And so I’ve sat down to write another post several times this week. This is what happens the second before I start to write, and therefore get no writing done: Excuse 1: The phone rings. Mom/Dad: Whatcha doing? Me: Writing. Mom/Dad: You should write more about ME! Me: OK, are you sure you guys hate each other? Because Mom/Dad said the same thing. Excuse 2. My massage therapist arrives for what I like to call my monthly maintenance. Even though I…
Our most recent family road-trip was a weekend in St. Andrews. We were up with the birds on all the days. We actually loaded the car on Friday, after a coffee with my Dad in honor of my Grandma’s birthday, and I (humbly?) shouted from the blog-tops about the Annual Bloggers Bash Awards. Baked potatoes and cheese for breakfast on the road, which Isla and I actually paraded in front of cheese-phobic Neil. (She may look like him, but she’s…
I’ve always been really excited by my birthdays. The air was different, everyone was nice to me. When I was a kid, I actually made wishes when I blew out the candles. Most of them came true. And the seconds after the candles are out is still the best scent, ever. This year, I feel every one of my years, and I’ve decided that that’s OK. ‘It’s Mummy’s birthday, you have to be extra nice to her today,’ Neil says…
Picture it: A crowded restaurant. A table full of friends. All other tables full of strangers. And a three-year-old with absolutely no inside voice. I was having dinner with friends I haven’t seen since my wedding (nearly five years ago, how did that happen?) There was music and memories. Hot chocolate with impressive whipped cream, and lots of coffee and more than a few laughs. There was also a locked accessible toilet. Some people would call that an inaccessible toilet. But…
And so, over the weekend the fam and I went on road-trip to celebrate Neil’s birthday and to mark my 25th year in Scotland. More about that later. Our car is still in the garage after the last road-trip, so we piled into our red replacement and went in search of seafood. The music in the car was CD 3 of our wedding mix. The music that played during the cocktail hour. Did I mention we missed our own reception?…
