If you look carefully on the State Theta website, you’ll see a picture of Guineapigmum indulging in an arcane Pilates ritual. I’ve been doing Pilates with a local teacher over the winter; just what I’ve needed to get my much abused body back under control. Anyhow, Audicia is planning to hold a series of classes [...]
Archive for May, 2008
A thick, luxurious, cream coloured envelope stamped Buckingham Palace arrived in the post today. It’s an invite for GPD and myself to the Royal Garden Party at Holyrood Palace at the beginning of July. Why me? I’ve no idea. I shall make enquiries. I suspect, though, that Her Majesty must surely have encountered this blog in [...]
4916 chocolate brownies
Published May 27th, 2008 in Chocolate, Edinburgh, Running and ovarian cancer. 7 CommentsPhoto credit: Pille Nami-Nami
This post is an unashamed copy of Pig in the Kitchen. Hope you don’t mind, Pig; sincere form of flattery, as they say. But you might be able to adapt the recipe to your own needs.
And no, I haven’t eaten that many chocolate brownies this week. 4916 was my finishing position in the Great [...]
The personal touch
Published May 22nd, 2008 in Boys, Communication, Highers, SQA, School, Standard Grades, Teachers and Work experience. 2 CommentsSo there we are. External exams are over for another year. Next year will be the big one - GP1/Highers (I’m trembling and pale at the prospect) with GP2/Standard Grades (an entirely different proposition). This year, though, was a relative breeze.
First up there was SVS. Once I’d got my head round the fact that
The run. Around Edinburgh. I did it, about 1hr 8 mins or something. Thassorl.
Hair. Or lack of it. I’ve started dreaming about hair recently. I’ve dreamt about washing it, brushing it, tying it back. I’ve been wondering where my hairbrush is and contemplating the shampoo supplies once more. This is all prompted by the No. 1 fuzz, colour indeterminate, that is currently adorning the top of my head. And eyebrows to [...]
All emotional
Published May 2nd, 2008 in Diving, Running, broken ankle and ovarian cancer. 0 CommentsI went for my diving medical on Tuesday. I passed, despite having to step up and down off a chair for five minutes, which may be fine if you’re a 6ft North Sea commercial type but not if you’re little me. I left clutching my certificate and on the verge of tears. I’d put it down to [...]
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