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 […]
The things that make me happy…
Guess what? I’m still not 50 yet which, evidently, entitles me to bump on about the passage of time and life’s rich tapestry until everyone is heartily sick of me. Then I saw this and – apart from the brownies bit (they’re just bits of short square cake, whatever way you look at it) – […]
On a (nearly) 50-year-old mind…
How can I possibly be 50? 40 was old enough and that was only 10 minutes ago. They’re right, though. You don’t feel any different inside. Can I pick 28? That was a great age. Between puppy fat and baby fat! So, if nothing has changed in the last decade, how come the all the […]
National Museum of Scotland – brilliant but too big
Yet another phase of Boy One’s forthcoming 16th birthday took us to Edinburgh and the huge museum on Chambers Street. He’s into history – period irrelevant. Boy Three is doing the Celts at school and he was chuffed. Boy Two is largely interested in dramatic sighs, sneering and eye-rolling, venue irrelevant. And so we set […]