View from the Potting Shed

My glasses sitting on Jane’s desk.
These are my glasses.
I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 8 years old; I was in Primary 4. I remember that because my teacher at that time was called Miss Dickson and over a couple of months she progressively moved me back further and further towards the rear of […]

So, there is a new film coming out soon (15 December) starring Denzil Washington called Déjà vu.
Called in to recover evidence after a bomb sets off a cataclysmic explosion on a New Orleans Ferry, Carlin is about to discover that what most people believe is only in their heads is actually something far more powerful […]

As I was driving to work this morning I passed a field full of sheep. Driving past I heard the following thought drifting through my mind:
Hmm… I wonder why they’ve not migrated yet.
Followed closely by this perfectly understandable second thought:
Hmm… there was something not quite right about that thought.
However, I do quite like the […]

After seven years of living very different and separate existences Jane and I have taken a dramatic and significant step in our lives: this evening Jane and I moved in together. I am of course speaking about our joint study (home office).
During the last few days we’ve been busy painting the walls (hence the lack […]

Anyone who has been a Bejeant(ine) student at the University of St Andrews — Scotland’s First University — will immediately recognise the scene in the photograph above. It is, of course, the annual shaving foam fight in Sallies Quad which marks the end of Raisin Weekend.
For those who have no idea what I’m talking […]

The area between our house and The Marches (a recent housing development where regular readers will remember we put in an offer for a house five minutes too late) has been lying empty for the last few months. It appears that this area has now been sold to a company that will be responsible […]

The other night dinner was interrupted briefly by the sound of Spot (the cat) pawing at something in the living room. We quietly poked our heads out of the dining room door to see Spot sitting on the coffee table intently watching the clock, and every now and then coiling up and leaping at […]