I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about how I can’t sleep. And then I do. And then I snap awake at 4 AM, and read by Kindle-light. How Isla goes to ‘school’ two mornings a week now, and I miss her after the first hour. How there’s a path around the house now, and … Continue reading Altoids & Oreos
Are We There Yet? I can't say much about my third hair and make-up trial. Because y'know, my future husband reads this blog. But I will say: Jackpot! He's a lucky man. After I slapped myself in the face with make-up remover, I let him back in the living-room. We were waiting to go to … Continue reading My Island Diaries: Armadale, Skye
You may remember that we have a house guest. We've taken him out with us almost everywhere since his arrival. Here is photographic evidence of The Oma’s adventures so far: Hugging some cider at Sofi's: Offering me a rose. Possibly drunk here: Zombie coffee is good for hangovers: More coffee at Artisan Roast. He appreciated … Continue reading The Oma Does Edinburgh
These photos were taken with sunglasses and friends. On an iPhone. At an evening picnic. Complete with disposable barbeques.
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
I had a day-job meeting up North yesterday, which meant I was up at 5.20am. I gave my PA the front door key, so the buzzer didn't blast me out of bed and make for an even ruder awakening. I got dressed in twenty minutes and left Sarge with a pillow over his face, blocking … Continue reading Zen Like Trees
Tuesday 28th December 2010 We say we’ll be on the road by 10.00. It is noon before we set off. I am wedged in the backseat between some bags, two tires and Sarge. By 3.00, I have lost feeling in my ass. I find it again when twisting to take photos through the windows. My … Continue reading My Island Diaries