Drinking Red Wine On Vacation

'Isla, do you like America?' 'I love it.' 'Mumma used to live here.' 'Where? In the toilet?' We were in the bathroom.  Although, she can be sarcastic, too.  Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom.  I can't even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with … Continue reading Drinking Red Wine On Vacation

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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.