The snow of a few weeks ago has melted and the sun has come out in Skye. I’ve spent more time outside than in this week, and have been drinking more water than coffee. I wore Isla’s sunglasses over mine when I picked her up at nursery, because when I do that it makes her laugh. And her laughter is brighter than the sun that’s come out, dried us up and slightly fried our brains. This week has included road-trips…
If we were having coffee, you couldn’t help but notice that we’ve blown all the fuses. Isla is running around going, ‘My house is dark. It ran out of batteries!’ Five minutes ago, we were watching Alice in Wonderland. Now, Isla’s face is lit by my phone screen. No, I can’t buy you that Lego set. And please don’t post that egg video on Facebook. In other news, what music do you listen to while taking down the Christmas tree?…
Reading: Turning Angel, Greg Iles. Does anyone else read the Penn Cage books? The Passenger, Lisa Lutz. Thrillers are my brain-candy. Again. And my second #LitsyGoesPostal book. LGP is a postal bookclub/journaling project/generally good thing made up of people that first connected on the Litsy app. The idea is to send your favourite book, a notebook and good vibes to someone who reads it, writes about it and sends it to the next person in the rotation. In a few years,…
I’d lost track of how long I’ve been at this blogging thing. But WordPress told me last week. I’ve been writing at Gin & Lemonade for six years. Well. That makes me want to apologise that my last post before this was a muddy puddle. But I won’t, because y’know, cute kid. Someone asked me recently how I was doing. ‘Yeah, she’s two.’ ‘I know,’ said my friend, in Edinburgh, on the phone, in a building where I used to…
And so, Isla is nearly two. I’m finding this harder to deal with than last year. But I’m hoping she’ll let me share her cake. That’ll help, yeah? In related news, Neil and I recently celebrated three years of marriage with a seafood dinner and the same message he’s been writing in all my cards for nearly seven years. And just so he knows: You’re welcome, Dude. The pleasure (and heartburn) is all mine. In my absence from blogging, there’s…
