Somewhere in nowhere A miracle went Unwitnessed Advertisements
Month: September 2014
I have no sisters and an only brother, eleven years my senior. Reportedly, he was the happiest young boy ever when our mother brought him a baby sister from the hospital. (That says a lot, as I assume an average person would much rather have a puppy or a kitty than a sibling. I’ll have
My cat is apparently about to rise and walk in her sleep.
The silhouette of a village at nighttime. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.
As a staunch Scotophile, I can’t resist the urge to recommend three of my favourite films based on novels by Scottish writers. They are all dark and intense — in other words, very Scottish. Trainspotting, of course, is a cult classic, and if you loved it, you’ll probably like the other two films too. Check out the
Engraved in memory With the sharpness of steel But steel breaks Easily
I have already been reminiscing about my awkward first day in the village where I’m currently exiled from civilisation in a post here. This is a follow-up on the topic of local colour in the village, whose quirkiness turned out to be disproportionately large when compared to the small size of the community. The locals,