Some tasteful tartan from Totally Tartan So it’s Burns Night – all day. I’ve often wondered how that works, but it does. I wasn’t going to blog about the annual offal binge that marks the birthday of our National Bard, but then I spotted a post that changed my mind. Advocado Sweet reminded me of this piece […]
Scotland: My creeping unease in the country I call home
Earlier this week I read a post at Is There A Plan B. it was called this time it’s personal and talked about her feelings about the independence referendum. Written by another Englishwoman living in Scotland, she is wondering if she’s entitled have a say and if the nub of the issue isn’t a blanket […]
Butterflies, speaking Scots and the pouch of doom
Things I’ve learned from my children today. Butterflies taste with their feet. Boy Two sneaked into bed with me at stupid o’clock this morning. “Mum I’m going to tell you something you don’t already know.” I quite often ask the boys to tell me something I don’t know in an attempt to get them talking. […]