Purpose-built blog post with excellent hyperlinks
Ah, the nuanced and implication-drenched language of estate agents, hoteliers and landlords. It’s rustic and full of charm: don’t turn the door handle too forcefully or it’ll come off in your hand. Attractively compact: get out of bed and straight into the shower! Three-minute walk from the station: if your name happens to be Usain […]
Pasta disaster
For Christmas 2015, we got Dad a pasta maker. He wanted to make pasta, he needed a pasta maker. As he’d not long proclaimed he was cutting wheat out of his diet completely, I think you’ll agree it was the logical choice. The first proper outing this pasta maker got was for a dinner party […]
Saying the unsayable
For some reason, over the last few months I’ve been disagreeing with my Dad more than usual. There are things we can’t seem to see eye to eye on, and not just because he’s taller than me. I don’t know if he’s always had these contrasting opinions and I’m only just finding out, or if […]
Covert family ops
Every so often, I will wander downstairs to find my Dad taking a selfie. A really long selfie. Maybe it’s a video, I wonder. He holds the tablet aloft, at the perfect angle to get hundreds of likes on Instagram. He keeps looking at the screen intently for several minutes. How vain can a man […]
A short woman in the Highlands, part 1
I rarely visit Scotland. While many of you lot are larking about at the Edinburgh Fringe, I am usually – noticeably – not in Scotland. I like to mooch around in the heart of the UK and avoid venturing out to the extremities. An analogy which might explain my own terrible blood circulation. This is […]
