Hi everyone.
For those of you in Scotland right now, I hope nothing horrible happened to any of your possessions. I believe there have been remarkably few injuries and no deaths so far, so that’s nice. Hope all your trampolines are still where you left them and that.
If the predicted snow is anything like last year, our arrival date may be subject to change...
Filed under Saturday Spotlight, Scotland
Hello, everyone. It’s been a little while.
So last time, I said I was going to make more of an effort to keep you all updated with what I’m getting on with during my time in Scotland. I went a bit crazy for a while, posting every couple of days, and I decided to try and cool it a bit and find a good balance. So this entry has been sitting in my notebook for a week or so but here it is in all its glory. I was on my way to a talk at the French Institute, and because of my pathetic lack of ability in dealing with the 24-hour clock, I arrived a couple of hours early and had to duck into Caffè Nero for a bit. I just so happened to have brought my notebook so I could take notes on Les Musées de Paris, so I whipped it out and knocked out a few words. Continue reading
Filed under Scotland
I did intend on keeping up with my blog when I got back to Scotland – really, I did. I haven’t actually been that busy either, to be perfectly honest, so I don’t actually have an excuse – although that also means I haven’t had a huge amount to write about. My search for a job finally came to fruition when I got a call from Julian Graves, asking me in for an interview, which led to an on-the-spot job offer which I accepted. It’s ten hours a week, £5.80 an hour, and fairly easy-going; but the hours I’ve had to work, predictably, haven’t been great. I had to work my ten hours a week while Grant was visiting, and by giving up a shift I also gave up five hours of my holiday time without knowing I was doing it. It’s money in the bank, though, which is what matters… I guess. When I get my contract I’ll see how much holiday time I get, and then I can decide if it’s worth staying on. Continue reading
Hello to everyone!
So I’m home now.
Well, I say “home”. I’m not anywhere I’ve ever called “home” before. I’m not at my mum’s flat-roofed house in the Borders; I’m not in Robertson’s Close, the place I’d come to call home last year; nor am I even at Grant’s place in Zanesville, which I did catch myself calling “home” a couple of times, even though I guess I didn’t really have any right to. No – I’m at my new flat in Edinburgh, which I’ll be renting out for the coming year with my friend and flatmate from last year, Jenny. But I’m still in this weird interim period before Jenny arrives, living with another friend until the end of the summer, and I’m kind of caught in some weird limbo. Half of my stuff is still not unpacked; I’ve yet to christen the washing machine (although that will need to be done VERY soon); my walls remain empty and I’m in the process of finding a job and settling in to the area. In short – I say I’m “home” but it doesn’t really feel like “home” yet. Continue reading
Roamward Bound 