A weekend of camping - woo hoo!

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We're off camping this weekend and I'm so excited I could scream.

I luuuurve camping.

The sound of the zippers.

The smell of grass.

Waking up to birdsong.

Cooking with a single gas ring.

Copious amounts of fresh air - great big lung fulls of the stuff.

Cuddles under canvas (oh, ok polyester)

The challenge of getting intimate in a sleeping bag designed for one without freezing your bits off (giggle, blush, snigger snigger).

Have a wonderful weekend wherever you are and whatever you're up to.

Mwah.

Busy busy bees

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Oh my word - life has been so busy lately that I've had to spend all my spare time catching up on reading everyone else's blog, thus leaving no time to write my own. Woe is me.

Truth be told, I've not really been inspired to write about much lately. All my inspired words are being used up at work.

I did have a lovely post planned out in my head about wanting to move to Edinburgh and "do" the Edinburgh Fringe Festival - mainly because I was voraciously reading Alexander McCall Smith's 44 Scotland Street books. God, I enjoyed the 2 I read. I was all set to run out and acquire all his books and read them till I was half blind, but hubby put my off. He warned me that often, if you keep reading the same author's books one after another, forsaking all other authors, you end up overdosing on that author until you can barely bring yourself to read another of their books. Spoil sport. So I reluctantly put away my Alexander McCall Smith books.

And so disappeared my burning desire to move to Edinburgh.

Shame really. I like Edinburgh and have lots of friends there. Maybe one day soon I'll return to Alexander McCall Smith and his tales of 44 Scotland Street...

p.s are you still there loyal followers (all 4 of you - lovely lovely people with impeccable taste)? Sorry for neglecting you recently. I hope to be a bit more consistent with this whole blog malarky in the future.