And click here to see the second thing to make me cry happy tears today! Thanks, Dad.…
Sharon at Hyperactive Inefficiency and Susan at LostnChina have given me the Versatile Blogger Award. This means a, you really, really like me or b, my ramblings are truly aimless or iii, I am Waffley Versatile. I can take all three. Thanks a bunch. In the name of blogging community, I’m going to share yet more random factoids about myself. Here goes: I used to think that I was born in the wrong era. I have since made peace with…
I don’t know why I’m writing this. Wait a minute. Yes I do. I’m writing this because right now I can’t be anything more or less than I am. I don’t feel like making something up, and pretending nothing happened. This is not fiction. Although I wish it was. I am an American. Usually I don’t like to bring that fact into a conversation. I don’t know why. But there it is. I am an American. And a New Yorker. …
A few weeks ago, Sarge and I were at the post office before most people are awake on a Saturday morning. ‘Nobody’s here,’ he said. ‘Everyone’s in bed. It’s 9.03 in the morning.’ We were dropping off my passport renewal form before boarding a train to Glasgow for the weekend. I checked the envelope for the thousandth time. ‘I forgot to cut and staple one of the two photos to the form,’ I was quoting the form. The same form…
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…
