Wednesday was the start of Edinburgh’s Festival(s) season. Naturally, Sarge and I left town. We loaded my lap up with the box of wedding invitations, balanced my Dad’s birthday present on top of the box and went down-hill to the train station. Narrowly missing the heels of some tourists along the way. Nipping a tourist is 50 points. (Click here for more on what I think of tourist season, and a little more on how I came to be here.)…
The closest thing I have to a routine these days is clicking through job adverts, and then clicking through Facebook and reading blogs before lunch. All of this is fueled by the zombie-coffee Sarge makes for me before he heads to work. Depending on the mood I’m in/whether it’s a good hair day, he makes me two cups. I finish one and take the other into the bedroom or on the couch to read. Or I break out my green…
Some more maybe not-so-little known facts about me: I have a serious problem with spending money in places that don’t have accessible toilets, or anywhere I have to move furniture to get around. I engage Go Go (or not) Gadget Camel if the place sells books or cheesecake. I’m weak. Current obsessions include: Yankee Candles, escapist books, my father’s incredible shrinking tumour, episodes of Roseanne (before they won the lottery) and wedding blogs. The highlight of my day yesterday was…
