I shake you by the hand. I give you a little cuddle. I invite you to try one of these little cakes. The little chocolate pot filled with raspberries and cream is particularly nice.
It has been nearly a year since I rambled on this here chickadees blog. I have been trying to decide what it should be.
Should it be a blog about creepy staring goats?
Should it be about how Scottish bird life keeps time?
Perhaps I could focus entirely on tartan footwear suitable for festival season.
Or maybe all my photos will be entitled “the view from here.” In this case, Arthur’s Seat.
No, I don’t think so. What I think is this blog will just go back to where it started, as a little place where my friends and family can check in when they fancy and just see what’s going on.
For example, my manboy and I are living together. He has given up his job of eight years and moved to Edinburgh. It is the most natural thing to live with him. He makes me laugh like no one else, and eats whatever I put in front of him, including tonight’s rather odd dinner of pink fish balls in spicy lentil gravy. Not quite as fantastic as the haggis wontons with whisky mayonnaise, but it hit the spot.
This little introduction is just to say hello again. Regular or irregular updates of our wee life in Edinburgh will follow.
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