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Middle-aged couple in marriage crisis

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Brad and Angie have split up. Who saw that coming? I’m so sad for the kids. How would you let someone like him go? If they can’t make it – with cheekbones like theirs – what chance have us porridge-faced mortals got? Alternatively, a middle-aged woman like her who seeks divorce and custody of their […]

How much is more than I can chew?

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It started last week – my MLitt in creative writing at the University of Glasgow. And in the manner that very much I imagine it will continue. There I was convinced I didn’t need to be there until noon when I thought I’d better check. 10am. That’s when I need to be there – in […]

Getting outside: Cuningar Loop and Ben A’an

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Damp at the weekend, who’d have thought? Though, as is often the case, it’s never quite so bad when you’re out in it. Boys One and Two have gone for their summer visit with their dad, leaving Boy Three at home. Seven year old boys like other young animals do better when they are regularly […]

Matcha of the day – the perils of trendy porridge

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I’m doing a bit more commuting these days – to Edinburgh twice a week, since you ask. The plan is to use all that lovely sitting down, wified time to get writing. I’ve even bought a fold-up keyboard to use with my iPad. So I’m ready, really ready. No excuses. And… Not gazing through the […]

Show me the Monets

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The shame… “Oh no, madam. The Monets are at Kelvingrove, we’ve got Manets, and Degas and lots of other stuff. But if it’s Monets you want, you’ll need to go elsewhere,” the lady with the badge at the Burrell Collection said gently. But her kindness didn’t soften it, Boy Three’s face fell. We were crushed. […]