‘Is the chair coming off?’ the bus-driver asked Sarge. ‘No,’ I said ‘I thought I’d leave the chair here and walk off myself. Have a nice day.’ And I went down the ramp. Two more ramps and I was on a train to Glasgow. As I dug my book out of my backpack, I realised this was the first time I’d done such a trip without Sarge. And I began to miss him, because I am sap. I had plans…
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted to get OUT. We got our bags, and then Sarge pointed over my head. ‘It’s over there,’ he said, pointing to my chair which had…
When my father got us to the airport early, I knew something would go wrong. If we had been ‘down to the wire’ as he likes to say, the plane would have been on time. As it was, we were early. And the plane was late. I’d been in holiday-mode since the day before. We’d been at a ‘Scottish’ shop not long after it opened, stocking up on shortbread and other suitably-touristy-but-still-tasteful-maybe gifts for my New York family. Soon after,…
Because Broadside and Oh My Words! wanted to know, here are 10 random, or maybe not-so random facts about moi: 1. When I was a kid, I thought Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton were married. Because everyone who sang duets were married to each other. Obviously. I also thought Nina Simone was a man. Because, well, just because. 2. I was born in Dallas, was a kid in New York, and grew up in the Highlands of Scotland. My accent…
Last week I decided that I wanted to actually make something for Sarge for Valentine’s Day. Or at least watch someone else do it. Because the last time I tried to make something, the red stuff wasn’t food-colouring. But it was iron- enriched. Anyway, I’m looking up baking ideas, and my PA suggests Martha Stewart. Now, we have a saying in my family that goes something like this: Molly was Martha Stewart before Martha was Martha Stewart. Molly was my…
