It never rains, it pours: more this week than usual. I’m writing this from bed, weak and with a severe cough, listening to water drumming on the roof and gushing down the rain pipes. A good day to stay in bed and drink tea.
I only found out last week that our best looking neighbourhood cafe/eatery won their appeal to avoid demolition, after a long campaign and a real by locals. Whoo-hoo! Read on »
I survived the most of last week on ginger tea, ibuprofen and decongestants, so our weekend camping plans had to be postponed. But it’s not like us to give up completely! Especially not on the rare Scottish days when we’re graced with cloudless skies and stunning weather. Neither of us visited the Borders properly yet, so we headed out South for a drive in the lazy sunshine. Read on »
I could sing odes to this dirty curry place. Kebab Mahal on Patrick Square.
Lena & I have been frequenting this eatery for years now, but oddly I never noticed the quaint beauty of the shopfront until looking it up on Street View. Go get the Saag Paneer!
Weird kinds of fruit are often the subject of conversation at work these days. You’d think that we’ll have better things to do, being 80% understaffed, but no. Maybe it’s to divert our attention from the sad facts of our professional life, but anyhow, it’s fun.