Absence

A late June night.  I’d picked her up from the tram, and we were driving back along York Place.  From there, we drove down Leith Walk, briefly passing through Haddington Place, before we turned onto Montgomery Street.  She lifted her hand, an involuntary action, she didn't seem to know she was doing it, and pressed … Continue reading Absence

Valentine-Schmalentine

Come on, remove that petulant pout, suppress that cynical mutter of, “valentine-schmalentine” and admit that, deep down, you love it too. Who cares if it has become overly commercialised?  Hasn't everything?  So drop the Hallmark-hate, stop boycotting bouquets, and quit with the sudden intolerance for chocolate.  As for being single?  So what?  I’m single and I still … Continue reading Valentine-Schmalentine

Lukewarm

“I’m passionate about baking, singing, cooking, dancing, sewing, potting.” Insert whatever activity you like according to whatever cook-off or dance-off or bake-off is airing these days, and you can be sure that you’ll hear every contestant tell us they are ‘passionate’.  Which is as it should be; after all, no sane person would put themselves under the spotlight … Continue reading Lukewarm