Fiona's Quiet Life

At some point tonight i was wear­ing one of those on my head and dan­cing.It was Jasmine’s san­geet, a sort of curry/singsong/dance with only a few close male rel­at­ives allowed and lots of beau­ti­fully sari-ed ladies.

for the first time ever i have felt a passing fear about being some­where. i have been to a Jew­ish wed­ding with armed guards on the door, i have been driven through some scary bits of new york, i have stood in oxford street and watched a robot about to dis­pose of an IRA bomb…until basil said “why are we stand­ing near an unex­ploded bomb” so we went into a base­ment café and had lunch.….…..i have worn green near a rangers foot­ball match and blue near a Celtic match but tonight i was just a wee bit wor­ried, i had driven to pais­ley town hall where the dance was but you can’t park near it so i was parked a wee bit away, that was fine a t 7 p.m. the dance was going on until 1 a.m. it was the large police van that was parked in front of the town hall that gave me my first qualms.…there was a sus­pect car near the hall.….i have never walked alone at night before i knew that one of Jasmine’s male rel­at­ives would walk me back to the car but does one want to be on the streets of pais­ley at mid­night with a per­son of Asian col­our­ing after what has been going on recently and a ter­ror­ist still in paisley’s local hos­pital. as it hap­pens it was still day­light this far north at 11.30 when i decided with another girl to leave and a Lady who lives near me also wanted to go home so we all walked to the cars together and i gave a lift to the nice lady, the streets were per­fectly quiet but a police car did go passed blue lights flashing.

the party was huge fun and i was so pleased to be dan­cing for Jas­mine, she was a delight­ful child and has grown into a beau­ti­ful woman, greatly in love with her groom who is her twin brother’s best friend.

oooh but the curry was hot !!

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