I had a rare few hours out yesterday. My cousin T... picked me up and, along with his partner R... we went to the other side of the city to have a light meal with another cousin M... and his partner J...
It was at a cheap and cheerful venue we had all been to before and we enjoyed it just as much this time. It was also just a couple of hours sitting and chatting to people I love and know well.
Later in the afternoon I was talking to someone else who was complaining about "all those immigrants coming in". He is someone I am wary of and try to avoid if I can. He wanted to know what "all that migration" had done for me.
"Well I just had lunch out and the place we went to is run by Lebanese migrants," I told him, "It was very nice."
He laughed as I thought he might but I persisted in giving him an answer I knew he would not want. I told him about my personal experience with migrants, not simply the big names who have come to this country as migrants.
I told him about one of my closest friends. I... came here from Italy at the age of thirteen. She never went back to school because there was no job for her father and she had to work to support the family. She did not speak English when she came but she ended up running her own shop. She worked beyond retirement age.
Her story reminds me of Middle Cat's late father-in-law who came from Cyprus speaking no English. He did the same thing and brought out all his siblings one by one and then his parents. They all worked beyond retirement age.
There is my friend D... who is Jewish. Her parents migrated here after the war. They survived the unspeakable horrors of a concentration camp and went on to bring up two doctors, a lawyer and a university lecturer in psychology.
There is the delightful Syrian couple who run the tiny cafe in our shopping centre. Just after Christmas I shared a recipe belonging to my great-grandmother with P... She had asked if I would after I gave her a small pack of biscuits as a tiny "thank you" for being so concerned about Middle Cat. Recently P... introduced me as "part of the family" to someone else. She meant it too. Sharing a recipe is an important part of acceptance among the women in Syria.
After the second part of my shingles vaccination on Monday I stopped for a few quiet minutes - as we are required to do - and sat next to a Muslim woman with a small child. The child was curious about me and I engaged the child in conversation. Her mother then joined in and we spent longer talking than I intended. She is going to English classes because she wants to be part of her child's school community. I came home with her address so I could send her some information about a person who gives free English conversation lessons. I know L... has just seen one family off to another state and is planning on taking on another to help. L... came here from Iran as an older child. She will understand many of the difficulties.
Today I need to get my 'flu jab and get a prescription renewed at the chemist. In both places migrants will be the people who help me.
That is just a tiny fraction of the way migration influences my life. I don't need to look far. I don't need to see the owners of building companies, shopping centres and more. I most certainly don't take the attitude of my questioner. He forgets he is also the child of migrants to this country. He likes to believe he has been here "forever". His family has not. They may have come not long after the First Fleet and mine may have come long after that but they still migrated.
If my great-grandfather had not chosen to be a sailor instead of a dominie-crofter in the north of Scotland he would not have met my great-grandmother. I would not be here now. I am very, very proud of my Scots ancestry - and their courage in migrating. It has done a lot for me.