I missed the game last week. They played away and I had the worst flu and couldn’t get out of my scratcher. Too much work, not enough sleep or chillaxation. Getting close to the large and looming four oh is making me realise how old my body actually is. The wee yins team won. If […]Read more "Not gettin’ it."
I never read nature books. I now know why. The same reason I had so much trouble watching Neil Oliver’s spectacular look at Scottish history. It made me sick. I miss the dreech weather, the pubs and most of all the patter more than my delicate soul (wrapped in a chunky exterior) can at times […]Read more "homesickness"
At the weekend I realised that boys get to be bastards much younger than I remember. I also had a first hand insight into the effect it can have on a girl. My wee girl in particular, a girly girl with a delicate soul who likes to play football among many other things. I should […]Read more "Boys can be bastards…and it starts much earlier than I feared."