You may remember that we have a house guest. We’ve taken him out with us almost everywhere since his arrival. Here is photographic evidence of The Oma’s adventures so far: Hugging some cider at Sofi’s: Offering me a rose. Possibly drunk here: Zombie coffee is good for hangovers: More coffee at Artisan Roast. He appreciated the signage: Perusing Festival posters: And enroute to a bookshop. His hosts didn’t buy any books. He wanted some postcards. No such luck. In the…
Wednesday was the start of Edinburgh’s Festival(s) season. Naturally, Sarge and I left town. We loaded my lap up with the box of wedding invitations, balanced my Dad’s birthday present on top of the box and went down-hill to the train station. Narrowly missing the heels of some tourists along the way. Nipping a tourist is 50 points. (Click here for more on what I think of tourist season, and a little more on how I came to be here.)…
I’ve read 31 books this year. And started countless others. Recent complete reads have been: The Magicians – To me, this is Harry Potter on speed mixed with The Never-Ending Story. Maybe that’s just me. But it did end. And now I have to read the sequel. Damn. 13 Little Blue Envelopes – Because I too traipsed around Europe as a young person. And I have an Aunt who passed away, who kind of guides me through life. There aren’t…
