I was planning on having a quietish year this year, and I didn’t take every travel opportunity I was offered for that reason. But I did still go a few places. Some I loved, some I hated, some I barely saw beyond the inside of my hotel room. Continue reading “2018 Reflections: Travel”
I crave fish like other women crave chocolate. By which I mean at a certain point in the month, my body starts craving fish to an inhumane degree. Like, I’ll stand in the supermarket almost crying because I can’t find any salmon in the fridges.
If I can’t get hold of any fish for some reason, I get so nauseous that I end up throwing up for a couple of days. Evidently there’s something in fish that my body desperately needs. Despite trying all the obvious things, I’ve never managed to work out precisely what it is that my body requires from fish. I’ve just learned to go along with its demands.
In recent months this process has become much easier, thanks to Fishbox. Continue reading “Fishbox Is Amazing And You Need It In Your Life”
I haven’t posted since my review of Force of Nature on the 15th of January, which was a cheat post anyway because I wrote it last June. Before that I did my End of Year Reflections, plus a few other posts thinking about the year that had just happened and the one that was coming up.
Well, suffice it to say 2017 wasn’t exactly excellent. For the past few years I’ve adopted a Russian tradition of writing a wish for the upcoming year on a piece of paper, burning it, then tipping the ash into a glass of champagne and drinking it as I welcome in the new year. This year I didn’t get a chance to do that, but if I had then my wish would have been for the year to be better than 2017.
It’s coming up to one of my favourite times of year. No, not Christmas; new year. The time to reflect, to look back over the past twelve months, work out what went well and what could have gone differently, and think about whether I’ve attained the goals I set out at the beginning of the year, and what my goals for next year might be.
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.