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My first day teaching, I was terrified and feared for my life. A few years and a few antidepressant prescriptions later, I still risk my life each class but I just don’t […]
I have no clue what these berries are, but they are all over the place these days.
My black cat surveying the garden and acting like the very definition of dignity.
Is it autumn yet? Warn me in advance, I’d hate to miss the autumn depression.
Friends served me this when visiting them. I love the kitsch mug.
The typical horizon of an Eastern European village, suggesting the typical villager’s focus on what is nearest and a stubborn refusal of wider horizons. My apologies to all untypical villages […]
Yes, I do realise these are not violets, but they are violet. Violently violent.
My dear and loving husband, do not leave me waiting for you in the car for two hours ever again.
Hardly anything is more me than black coffee in a red mug. Being grey and boring all over with surprising colour where no one expected life any more is also […]
How often do you get a hand-written personalised thank-you note from a publisher? My new favourite publisher is Two Ravens Press, in Scots “Twa Corbies”.
A rose is a rose is a rose. Gertrude Stein is right indeed.
Me and my coffee (and a bizarrely rusty bench) = a happy combo.
While I climbed on a tree stump yesterday, Ella showed me today by climbing on a tree what a loser I am.
I climbed on a tree stump. Why? Because I can!
A visit to the Edinburgh Scotch Whisky Heritage Centre made me a scotch & soda regular. The UK’s liquor exports must be booming. No need to thank me.
Early in the morning, your shadow will always look obese. Here’s proof.
Good! The grapes are finally ripe enough to eat. (Or better, ferment into liquor.)