Maybe it’s a year of celebrating small pleasures. A medium-sized pleasure was having the chance to be back in Berlin for a few days in September, as the mid-point of my work trip to Germany and Austria. But the small but perfectly formed pleasure is the traffic light men. Some of you may know that …
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Bird song at dawn
It’s not really worth a mention on its own in a newsletter of the year that has to fit on two sides of paper. But a blog seems a good place for it to have its own little write up. Around Easter time, a lot was going round my mind, and I had a few …
Raindrops on roses…
I have no objection to whiskers on kittens either. But the coffee pot going on on a Saturday morning, that is indeed one of my favourite things. Channel 4 can get away with a top 50 of programmes on an almost weekly basis, it seems. I don’t think cyberspace needs these from me as well, …
Blogito, ergo sum
“I write online, therefore I am…” No, it’s not that bad, honest. I’m just writing lots of posts now to account for the last year. I’m not a diary keeper on the scale of Michael Palin, who somehow seemed to keep a diary every day, amid the dead parrots and tropical fish called Wanda. Nor …
Malvern reunion
Malvern was where I spent my secondary school years. As Mum and Dad moved up to Peebles, in the Scottish Borders, a few years ago, I’ve not been back for a while. Thankfully, Malvern came to me in July, when my school friend Debbie came up to Edinburgh for a few days. Between reminiscing with …