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…
Stress gives me heartburn. Gulp-Gaviscon-and-belch heartburn. I have decided I shouldn’t eat crisps and dip for dinner or look for a job after 8.00pm. I got another rejection yesterday. I then asked my PA to polish my nails purple to cheer myself up. It didn’t work. Sarge came home for lunch and made me life-sucking -zombie coffee. That worked. I still cried, though. And got unspeakably angry at grammatical errors on national websites. I flapped around a bit saying, ‘People…
