What Now? with Lindsay Johnstone

What Now? with Lindsay Johnstone

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Lindsay Johnstone
Oct 19, 2025
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Hi friends,

It’s Saturday morning and I’m not long home from dropping my oldest and best friend off at the airport. It was a flying visit. She was in Glasgow for a family funeral which meant — for the first time in a very long time — she came up without her kids and spouse. It was good to see her like that. I can’t remember when she last came to stay on her own. We concocted a last-minute plan to go for dinner with some other old school friends and worked out that this particular gang hadn’t been all together in the same place for 25 years, which is still blowing my mind. At the end of the night, I got the old photos out. The nostalgia trip proved I’ve got so much more to say on old friends that I’m writing a longer post on this for next week. I’d love for us then to chat about the intricacies of our friendships — old or new(er) — on Sunday night in the monthly Group Chat.

2025, 1999

But back to this morning. The landscapers are just outside, working over the weekend. The majority of the dirty work has been done, but there’s a bit that needs to be redone and then there are the fiddly finishing details and then the snagging list to tackle. I’m at the bay window, watching. The main guy will chap at the door before too long and I’ll be summoned to offer my opinion on something, so I still have my jacket and woolly hat on. In and around the expected interruptions, I predict I’ll be stationed here for a wee while because, like them, I’m also working this weekend.

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