Real talk time, I haven’t been feeling very festive. But I’m trying. Neil would say very trying, but I love him anyway. He’s wrapping stuff I’m not allowed to see. Isla is watching the SpongeBob Christmas Special while wearing a sparkly dress. And I’m just sitting here waiting to open the Prosecco. Wanted to wish everyone here love and peace in the next few days. Well, every day. But, y’know. Merry, happy and all that. Featured…
On Sunday night, Neil and I clinked paper cups over burgers in Edinburgh. ‘Happy weird-ass date night,’ I said. We were doing some first-minute Christmas shopping before picking up my Mom at the airport the next morning. I was running on nerves and chocolate after the six hour drive off the mountain. We had an hour to shop, but I can’t shop hangry. So, make that 40 minutes to shop. At toy stores. And a craft store. Isla’s Christmas list…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Isla was in her first school Christmas play this week. She was an angel. We are not particularly religious, but an awkward stage debut is a rite of passage. She stood on that stage, all crooked wings and halo. Singing and signing the songs. The loudest word she sang was ‘CELEBRATE!’ And I was *this-close* to leaping from my seat and shouting ‘Get it, baby.’ Because that was my BABY on…
If we were having coffee, I’d introduce you to our new as yet unnamed coffee machine. As an early Christmas present from me to us, the coffee machine Neil bought me when we first started dating has been upgraded to something from the future. Actually, I think we should call it Jetson. What sort of um, coffee experience would you like? My favourite so far is a mild double-shot medium-hot latte. In my house. What can I get you? After…
