Aaaages ago Carmen did a guilty reader book tag post, and I’ve been meaning to do it ever since. So here it is: my contribution to the world of guilt and books. Continue reading “The Guilty Reader Book Tag”
This morning I went downstairs and the postman handed me a package from my mother. She’d sent a bunch of stuff I’d created as a child, which I opened with some apprehension because my childhood doesn’t exactly lend itself to nostalgia.
But it was fucking hilarious, and also interesting to see just how much of my personality hasn’t really changed…
Sometimes these days I get so caught up in my day-to-day reality that I forget to take a step back and remember that I’m literally living the life I dreamed about for years.
It’s hard to remember sometimes, when that dream involves working really long hours, doing my accounts, and living surrounded by packed boxes for over a year while all the works on my flat are completed (but: my flat! my space! my home!).
Why didn’t I post this yesterday, when it was actually Burns Night? I don’t know. I didn’t think of it until I was walking home from work in the evening. But better late than never, eh?
I grew up in Scotland. I lost the accent when I moved to England as a teenager, but Scotland was where a lot of my formative experiences happened. And many Burns Nights.
So, here are some of my favourite memories of Caledonian childhood.