Regular readers will know that last year I bought a male companion for my lonely budgie, Artemis, and they hit it off like a Mills & Boon novel. But unlike a Mills & Boon novel, they did not live happily ever after because Parzival passed away after only a few months 😭
People who know me quite well probably know that I’m not very sporty myself and don’t have much interest in watching sport (although those who know me a bit better know that I love watching snooker and clear my diary for the two-day final of the World Snooker Championship every year). So it was an interesting and new challenge to interview former Rugby Union player Peter Browne.
If you’re a typical human being, you probably spend too much time staring at your smartphone. So do I. But a couple of weeks ago, my smartphone developed a fault and had to go in for repair. No one had a spare Android to lend me, so I thought I’d see how I coped without one.
I recently finished reading The Imitation of Christ by Thomas à Kempis. I read it slowly, because was my bathroom book (sorry if that’s too much information, but it’s a great way to read important but not terribly gripping books) but also because it just wasn’t very good.
You’ve probably heard those words too often, but this guy’s story really is incredible. He was shot at point blank range, twice, overdosed on drugs who knows how many times, and is still around to tell me all about it.
This week I’ve been staying in East Kilbride, guinea pig sitting, so I treated myself to a zonecard to make the rigmarole of travelling between Glasgow and EK less annoying. But the annoyingess of travel is very much in the eye of the traveller.
I’m just back from a lovely ‘holiday’ in Albania. I use the inverted commas because I did some work while I was out there for the video studio I used to work for, and then spent a day being a good daughter-in-law serving coffee and raki to visitors, and at the end of the my week there I got commissioned to write two articles on Easter themes.
I suppose in the same way that if you write you’re a writer, if you make YouTube videos you’re a YouTuber. I know my nieces think I’m a YouTuber, and I have made quite a few videos, but I’ve never felt that the cap fits well. However, yesterday I reached a new milestone: I had a video banned from YouTube!
A wee photo post for you, because I was called upon this week to go to Glenrothes for work. It is not the most photogenic of locations, being one of those ugly new towns that are all shopping centres and roundabouts, but as I had already travelled for over three hours (!) I thought “what’s another hour?” and went for lunch in St Andrews, which is much prettier.
K C Murdarasi 