Bow-Ties Available at Reception

Regular readers will know that my boyfriend sometimes wears a kilt and walks around with a knife in his sock, in the name of Scottish traditional dress.  His 90 year-old Gran recently requested that he get fully decked out to attend her birthday dinner, and he obliged.  With a little help. Last April, he bought … Continue reading Bow-Ties Available at Reception

My Island Diaries: Mull

Wherein I get fresh air and new perspectives, remember promises and maybe change my mind. Edinburgh - Glasgow, holiday o’clock. Sarge turns on all the lights in our bedroom to make sure I am actually awake. We have cupcakes for breakfast.  They are neither red nor velvet. I put on striped socks, a museum t-shirt … Continue reading My Island Diaries: Mull

He’s So Handsome. You Look Tired.

I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt.  Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted … Continue reading He’s So Handsome. You Look Tired.