And so, Gin & Lemonade has ticked over to ten years old. To celebrate, I’ve actually started writing a book, and then I dumped coffee on my laptop. Yes, again. Regular readers (are there any from ten years ago? I honestly love you) will know that coffee spills are a regularish thing around here. And that I name my computers. Hemingway met a watery end, replaced by Truman, and then Frank. I’m back to writing on Truman, lumbering and slow.…
The kid recently asked me if I wished I could walk. And I know we’re supposed to build up suspense in our writing, but I told her no. We’ve talked about disability awareness before, but she’s never asked me this question. I’ll start this by saying I used to be an ambulatory wheelchair user. That is a thing, it’s not some kind of miracle when wheelchair users get out of our chairs. Sit down. Growing up, I would walk in…
And so, somehow we’ve made it to a full week in the new place. That time where you’re fumbling around, not sure where you are or what day it is. Like the holidays. But with even more junk food, because what’s a vegetable, and how does the oven work? It’s been interesting. And the interestingness started even before we got here. With our loaded up car, and wired kid. We opened the new door, plowed over the threshold. To a…
This post is an update on our move, while simultaneously trying not to talk about the move. Stick with me. I recently read somewhere that the average person moves 11.7 times in their life. That’s a US census thing. Some thoughts: What’s ‘average’? What’s the .7? I suck at numbers, but by my finger counting, this will be my 18th move, and I’m going to share some more moving statistics throughout this post. I’m not being smug. I’m not above…
I should start by saying I wanted to open with a title to create suspense, but Neil said if I put ‘announcement’ in there it would sound like something else. And nothing doing. Which is unfair on many levels. So the title does what it says: We’re moving back to Edinburgh! Regular readers will know that we moved from Edinburgh to the country four years ago. My postnatal anxiety was still a thing, and I honestly thought the fresh air…
