Boy One thinks I should be in the Olympics – the curling team, no less. I’d like to be flattered by his assessment of my athletic prowess despite never having curled in my life, not even my hair (well OK there was once with a spiral perm, but I’m trying to forget that). “I’ve never […]
Cambuslang man has to climb ladder to flush toilet
Once upon a time there was a young reporter and she was incredibly keen. She found the whole business of newspapers and ink and stories and that just about the most exciting thing, in the world, ever. How could anyone not want to be a journalist? Hmmmm.cue wiggly screen special effect to suggest end of […]
Miscarriage – a shared experience
Halloween a few treats and some trickiness
Things I’ve learned from my children. In a week in which I’ve been so busy I’ve spent more time writing about my children than actually in their company, I still learned a few things. Mask manufacturers don’t accommodate spectacles. Thomas Cook travels further than you think. Boys One and Two were discussing explorers over breakfast. […]
Happy Anniversary Panther
X Factor and the bonniest cry babies
Do you ever get the feeling that the X Factor and their ilk are more a showcase of unbridled emotion than anything else? They should offer prizes for sobbing, wailing, yelping, squealing and leaping up and down like a puppy. With a special award for winning head-tilts. I’m tired of seeing fake-tanned faces weeping onto […]
Mull – a little island delight
Things I learned from our trip to Mull. When the sun shines in Scotland it’s heavenly. Really. At risk of going all purple, it makes your soul sing and you forgive it the months of grey misery. Kippers are delicious, but quite a lot of work. Breakfast in the Western Isles Hotel naturally featured Loch […]
I Know Where I’m Going, but I don’t know why
Here I am in the Western Isles Hotel just above the colourful harbour front at Tobermory. The Panther and Boy Three are snoozing and I’m enjoying the quiet. I’m also trying to solve a mystery. It’s the kind of mystery that would do Agatha Christie proud. There’s a rambling old building, a lounge with over-stuffed […]