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 the signage: Perusing Festival posters: And enroute to a bookshop. His hosts didn’t buy any books. He wanted some postcards. No such luck. In the…
Edinburgh — Peterborough – Cambridge — Peterborough — Edinburgh We boarded the train with two backpacks, my butterfly bag and George Bailey-Penguin, our travel mascot. I like train travel, and have come to accept the sometimes not-so-faint whiff of piss as part of the journey. This time, I ignored it by reading Three To Get Deadly and eating chocolate-covered popcorn. One hundred and fifty pages and an empty bag later, we arrived in Peterborough to catch the train to Cambridge. …
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 a full kilt when friends of ours got married. He wore the jacket and my father’s tweed waist-coat. This caused me to get all misty-eyed…
And so, I’m back in front of Hemingway with a cup of coffee a safe distance away. We got to Glasgow after dark on Christmas Eve, met with hugs and pretzels. We then settled down to watch Bad Santa for the second time in 24 hours. Followed by Mr Popper’s Penguins, during which I fell asleep. Sarge still hasn’t forgiven me. The air-mattress was the same height as the couch. I may have rolled from one to the other and…
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 and a Mom-made sweater. We take a taxi to the train station and get there with time to spare. This time I actually booked ramp…
