The Cafe
It’s 7.30am and the smell of coffee and the warmth…
It’s 7.30am and the smell of coffee and the warmth of the cup in my hand is helping me face the day. To be honest, I could face today without…
It’s 7.30am and the smell of coffee and the warmth of the cup in my hand is helping me face the day. To be honest, I could face today without…
Does the phone number 105 mean anything to you? Well, I suggest it should! I came in from a few hours work in the garden to find my husband still…
Park your car. Stroll along the promenade. Enjoy a coffee or a light lunch. Pay for your parking and drive off happily. Those were our simple pleasures at Largs, that jewel…
I saw this cracking suit in a store on Sunday. Marketing wise, it appeared to be cleverly placed just inside the store entrance and though I describe it as a…
Last Friday was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. I spent the eleventh hour in the garden of remembrance at Westminster Abbey. The reason was that years back, like…
I received my electricity bill for our garage this week. Well, in reality, it is a glorified storage space â a place where any and all junk is offloaded, as…
A few years ago, ScotRail ran a very successful advert, one which some might even consider controversial. As I recall, the strapline was ‘Morningside â Kelvinside’. It presented a neat…
Wellbeing, rather than the more boring GDP, has fluttered on the edges of political acceptability for some years now. Kindness has been coming into fashion after the pandemic, not just…
I expect most people have heard of, if not tried, the supermarket ‘meal deal’. I know I have, but not often. My infrequent, but at the same time usual, order…
What continues to surprise me is the number of times we’re told that Boris Johnson’s greatest achievement was making Brexit happen. The truth is that many millions of us continue…