‘Isla, do you like America?’ ‘I love it.’ ‘Mumma used to live here.’ ‘Where? In the toilet?’ We were in the bathroom. Although, she can be sarcastic, too. Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom. I can’t even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with my kid, so Neil was on bathroom trips while we were in NY. They were in the bathroom and I was enjoying an iced cinnamon…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday, the crew and I tried to go out for an actual coffee. We even left the house while it was still morning. I was quite impressed with us. The idea was to have family time while perusing books. We drove about a half an hour, found a bookshop that was open, but I couldn’t get up the really steep ramp, because moss + rain = not today, Lorna Lou. Which…
Hello! Picture it: A relaxed but working writer on her laptop in a coffeeshop. Sipping coffee and eating a complicated but delicious sandwich. Inspired by the coffee shop music of various conversations punctuated by random laughter and maybe some tears. Inspired by her coffee and her complicated but delicious sandwich. Setting the scene out the window. Or at the next table. Happily caffeinated and writing words. That writer WAS NOT me. I know I said I’d be blogging throughout the…
We travel down to Edinburgh on Saturday and fly to New York on Sunday. Things have been a little hectic around here, but we are nearly ready to go. I’m looking forward to being on the plane. Planes are where I don’t have to take any phone calls, charge any phones, or answer questions harder than ‘chicken or fish?’ The last time we were on a flight, Isla slept through most of it. She can have the window seat this…
