Wherein I get fresh air and new perspectives, remember promises and maybe change my mind. Edinburgh – Glasgow, holiday o’clock. Sarge turns on all the lights in our bedroom to make sure I am actually awake. We have cupcakes for breakfast. They are neither red nor velvet. I put on striped socks, a museum t-shirt and a Mom-made sweater. We take a taxi to the train station and get there with time to spare. This time I actually booked ramp…
I had a day-job meeting up North yesterday, which meant I was up at 5.20am. I gave my PA the front door key, so the buzzer didn’t blast me out of bed and make for an even ruder awakening. I got dressed in twenty minutes and left Sarge with a pillow over his face, blocking out the untimely light, forgetting to switch it off before I left. Outside, it was gray and purplepink, tones I usually associate with the sunrise…
Tuesday 28th December 2010 We say we’ll be on the road by 10.00. It is noon before we set off. I am wedged in the backseat between some bags, two tires and Sarge. By 3.00, I have lost feeling in my ass. I find it again when twisting to take photos through the windows. My father has never been good at time-keeping. The fact that he has his own time zone is part of his charm. We always get where…
