Posts Tagged: Home

Everything but the kitchen sink!

Eeek! First trip of the year. It’s a baby one but it’s no less exciting.  BELFAST! I am far too hyper for having had only 2 hours sleep (too excited).  Definitely as bad as Xmas day (perhaps worse, no presents

Everything but the kitchen sink!

Eeek! First trip of the year. It’s a baby one but it’s no less exciting.  BELFAST! I am far too hyper for having had only 2 hours sleep (too excited).  Definitely as bad as Xmas day (perhaps worse, no presents

Fried Sweetcorn and Tai Chi

I struggle with the return. I struggle with the return. ’11am Glasgow Sunday 29th March 2015 I am home.  Or rather, in my house. Being back is wonderful and even better, having a day to just be, just exist, with

Fried Sweetcorn and Tai Chi

I struggle with the return. I struggle with the return. ’11am Glasgow Sunday 29th March 2015 I am home.  Or rather, in my house. Being back is wonderful and even better, having a day to just be, just exist, with

The things that I miss

I am home. This morning I woke up, one hour forward, one hour less.  Fresh, wide awake, shrugging off the last of my jet lag. There is something missing. It takes me 30 seconds to realise what that something is

The things that I miss

I am home. This morning I woke up, one hour forward, one hour less.  Fresh, wide awake, shrugging off the last of my jet lag. There is something missing. It takes me 30 seconds to realise what that something is

Homeward tingle

The thing about being away is, it makes you want to be home. Yesterday I had this niggling sense of something, something being amiss.  Perhaps it was because my headache was back with a raging vengeance.  Perhaps it was because

Homeward tingle

The thing about being away is, it makes you want to be home. Yesterday I had this niggling sense of something, something being amiss.  Perhaps it was because my headache was back with a raging vengeance.  Perhaps it was because

An Ode to Airports

There is a certain thrill about being in an airport again. That lingering sense of sleep behind your temples, what ungodly hour did I have to wake up at today? That early morning coffee, nudging you alive from the inside

An Ode to Airports

There is a certain thrill about being in an airport again. That lingering sense of sleep behind your temples, what ungodly hour did I have to wake up at today? That early morning coffee, nudging you alive from the inside