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And so, I’m back in front of Hemingway with a cup of coffee a safe distance away. We got to Glasgow after dark on Christmas Eve, met with hugs and pretzels. We then settled down to watch Bad Santa for the second time in 24 hours. Followed by Mr Popper’s Penguins, during which I fell asleep. Sarge still hasn’t forgiven me. The air-mattress was the same height as the couch. I may have rolled from one to the other and…
I now write for the groovy Limebird Writers, and my first post as LimeBird Lorna is now live! Go check it out here, or here: I find inspiration everywhere, but sometimes I need a little push. On slow days, I go to these books for a prompt, a spark, or some words on the craft: The Writer’s Block – I truly love this thing. We go back a long way and we’ve been through a lot. This little…
What follows is the text of the letter going along with CJ to her vet’s visit today: Hi, This is CJ. She’s 9. She’s being re-homed up North, due to my boyfriend’s allergies. We used to live on a farm, but she’s been a flat-cat since 2005, when we moved to Glasgow. She is third-generation feral, and she was fixed when she was a year old. I believe she had shots at that time. She needed a booster when we…
Sarge and I still date. Each other. It’s allowed. And also important. When he’s working late, and I’m not working enough, dating is a way for us to remember what the other one looks like without tired eyes (his) or PMS (mine). These days, our dates are weekend trips to the movies after having coffee that Sarge doesn’t have to make for me. And I promise, these dates do differ from our nights in with fish and chips and a…
