All this knitting combined with the cold winter nights have had me enslaved to the television. It’s wonderful, and I have been like a druggy after a heavy diet of BBC and CNN which is about all we got in Doha, Kiev and Hanoi…well apart from DVDs…to which we were equally addicted. But last week’s offering on The One Show has had me squirming. Now I’m freaked out by every little itch and had to run out to Boots to get some Optrex and am swilling my eyes day and night. Look at these little horrors that live in our eye lashes…

they are called demodicids and live and breed and feed on us, multiplying gaily as they graze around our eyes, and the hair follicles of our noses and cheeks…Aaaargh.

They feed head first!!!

Continuing on the same theme we went to see True Grit this week, which I thoroughly enjoyed…not being a great Western follower, I was quite mesmerized by the young girl who plays the lead…she was wonderful. But….the scene of the pit and the snakes and the horror just added more horrors to my subconscious, and last night I woke up in a fearful tangle of sheets as I was escaping from a collection of heebie jeebies.  Aaargh.

Hair is cut….shorn but styled. I kept asking the world and his wife if I should get it cut…and everyone said, oh let it grow, have a change…then after a brisk blow down the street I whirled into the salon and my old hairdresser who was snipping someone else looked up and almost screamed….’OH MY GOD!’ So I duly made an appointment. Ah well…I feel fresh and spring like, and John feels as though he has a new woman, Ha. (He wishes)

We have been gadding to the sea side…had the lemming urge to get out of the city and breathe the air…wonderful. Cold Scottish coastline, dotted with quaint towns are just the thing to give you a boost.

We ate fish and chips on the beach of North Berwick and walked along the sands, and yesterday we took a bus to Portobello and sampled the sunshine and brisk sea breezes.  Everywhere spring is springing and one ‘young thing’ marched past us in a tiny T shirt and jeans that only just covered her builder’s bottom. Hmmmm. I was still fiercely clad in my duffle.

(before haircut!!!)

Went to audition for a play on Thursday with my old drama group…Leith Theatre. The play is called I am Camera…and it is the original stage production that preceded ‘Cabaret’. I did get the part of the mother of Sally Bowles…I played it posh like Maggie Smith, and it must have been OK. Quite excited…haven’t been in a ‘drahmah’ for a few years.

John has just come off the phone. He was being interviewed for a job in Yokohama. Sounded very positive, but who knows….we have been half thinking we were going to Adelaide all last week. The world map is becoming quite a thing with us, as we pin point all the various locations.

Off now for lunch…maybe too premature to crack the bubbles!