July 2012
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February 2012
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“‘As pure as bonny as she’s now the walks of human life adorning;
As...”
– This James Hogg verse was in my Valentine’s day card this morning. The Ettrick Shepherd and his work were a big thing for us as the relationship started out, so I went a little bit melty when I read this passage this morning. The poem’s called ‘Oh love’s a bitter thing to...
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HOME MADE HUMMUS
I love a good nibble. Put food in front of me and I’ll eat it. In fact don’t put food in front of me and I’ll go looking for it. So a big problem for me is snacking. Given half the chance I’ll start baking, but sometimes all you want is a tang of savoury and cakey-goodness just won’t cover it! My fail safe in these moments is dips. Baba Ghanoush, Tzatziki and Hummus are three...
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Gotye – Somebody that I used to Know.
I love this...
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November 2011
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Jam Jar Jamboree
Since moving to London I have been pleasantly surprised by how easy they make recycling. Pop it all in one bag, leave it out, and it’s gone the next morning: thank you recycling fairies.
I’ve been holding out on them though: they’re not getting all my recyclable goods! I’ve not been trolling and putting it in the normal bin though, don’t you worry. Instead I’ve been keeping back...
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Initials B.B.
When I visited Bom-Bane’s in Brighton it was a stereotypical autumnal evening; very cold, very dark, and very windy. Said breeze had helpfully whetted our appetites, and so stumbling into Bom-Banes to be greeted by a truly wonderful aroma wafting from the open kitchen was very, very welcome. We were also greeted, not two steps through the door, by Jane Bom-Bane herself.
Now I may be...
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October 2011
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FRINGE BENEFITS
I have been entertaining myself with some DIY hairdressing. Previous attempts at this have resulted in some truly terrible barnets. For example, my aim at the tender age of fourteen had been to dye my locks a luscious deep red. Instead I got orange. Not ginger, not strawberry blonde, but orange. There were other disasters of course, some involving scissors, some colour, some ill-advised bunches....
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Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I’ll begin…
Personally, I really am. As just another unemployed twenty something graduate, I am where I am most days - in bed. Oh so cosy.
And what better place for a story?! Not just the story of my life (I really do spend a lot of time under the covers - chilly Scottish blood), but also the story of how BORED I am, and have been, for quite a wee while...
