Author Archives: gaelharrison

I’ve been thinking a lot about obituaries since the New Year. It was triggered during the dinner at New Year’s Eve, when someone was talking about a sport or hobby and said, ‘at least that’s something they can put in … Continue reading →

What a whirlwind of a holiday. From the dramas of the BIG SNOW to all the glittery nonsense of the holiday season. Panic buying, even though I thought I was prepared…asked John for a ladle, which he kindly got for … Continue reading →

Walking along the Royal Mile I saw a chilly tiger, just what you would expect to see on a snowy Scottish street! So far so good, I’ve stepped on the scales and although I haven’t lost my ‘Doha’ stone, the … Continue reading →

I’ve had such a sociable week, meeting up for lunches, sharing wine and stories and generally feeling happy. Saw some carol singers at the Farmers’ Market, just before the big snows came again. John and I celebrated our 7th anniversary … Continue reading →

We’ve just got in from a walk up Blackford Hill. Saw what I thought was a fox sitting in a garden… and fluttered about trying to snap it with my phone, and was mortified to find it was a mere … Continue reading →

What a week! Such high drama, with the snow and all the chaos it involved, and then the cloak and dagger innuendos of the football venue results. Well done to Qatar, I could just imagine the euphoria in Doha. I … Continue reading →

I woke to a white out…a beautiful snowy scene, complete with little fir tree under inches of snow…Nice. Yesterday was white, and we did venture out and it was all very jolly with kids sledging and people looking Christmassy and … Continue reading →

First…the coat in all its glory! I have hardly had it off, for the weather has been crisp and cold and it’s been perfect. I just love it. I wore it to see the literary agent who is looking at … Continue reading →

Sotto voce means intentionally lowering one’s voice for emphasis. The speaker gives the impression of uttering involuntarily a truth which may surprise, I love it…and have visions of various comics dressed in women’s clothing, mouthing words and rolling their eyes … Continue reading →

“The Autumn leaves pass by my window…the autumn leaves of red and gold”… I so love that song; I went to Yves Montand’s funeral in Paris, at Pere La Chaise cemetery along with Catherine Deneuve and Gerard Depardieu. That is … Continue reading →