There was a day a few weeks ago when Scotland looked like this. Tear-jerkingly lovely. It very nearly makes up for the months and months and months of damp and gloom. Almost makes endless no-point-in-putting-the-fence-back-up gales worthwhile. Almost.
Erskine Bridge: It probably should be a metaphor
There’s an idea bouncing around here. Boing. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. It’s something about the fact that there’s something remarkable under your nose if only you paid attention and stopped hurling yourself around looking for other things. Boing. There it goes again. Though, the only remarkable thing under my nose is philtrum – […]
All the things I’m not writing about this week
Things you can do now you’re 50
Not quite a week after the marvellous celebrations that marked my half century (yes, I know, I can’t believe it either) and the doormat is troubled by another envelope. This one cheerfully invites me to send in samples of my ‘bowel movement (poo)’ for testing. It even includes instructions and little cardboard sticks for smearing […]
