True Romance

I only discovered this morning that it was World Poetry Day. This is what I wrote for it. I started out wanting to write a poem about the Glasgow "scramble" when the father of the bride would release a fistful of coins onto the street for the waiting weans to...

Nil Desperandum!

When I had the unsatisfying appointment with the rheumatologist a couple of weeks ago, he mentioned referring me to the physiotherapist to have a cortisol injection in my hip. On Monday afternoon I got a call from Crosshouse Hospital to offer me an appointment the...

Don’t talk, write…

Hello, me again. I haven’t been blogging much recently. Not at all, really. I have all sorts of boring excuses reasons but here we are so let’s just forget about my absence and get to work. I’d like to say that all the time I haven’t been blogging I’ve been...

Bye Bye, Mum.

My mum passed on to whatever is next on the 12th of December. I didn’t make it to her in time as I had to take several stops on the journey because I was so tired and my hands in so much pain. I missed...

The Beast of Bennachie

Until relatively recently I thought an Alien Big Cat was a feline visitor from outer space. I miaow you not. I would read articles by cryptozoologists and wonder what in the name of Garfield was going on. An alien or anomalous big cat is one whose natural habitat is...

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Colouring Outside The Lines

Colouring Outside The Lines

When I was a wee girl I was given a painting by numbers set for Christmas one year. I loved the tiny pots of oil paint, the way the pigment sat at the bottom while the oil floated to the top, the smell, the colours. I was less keen on the result, the painting looking...

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Backup To The Future

Backup To The Future

There are all sorts of reasons why I haven’t blogged in so long and I don’t have the inclination – or the energy – to go into them all. Way back I had intended Friday blog posts to be fibro related so I thought I’d tell you about yesterday as an example of the effects...

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Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish

Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish

When I was around nine years old I read Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. In one of these books, I can’t remember which, Humpty Dumpty tells Alice she should pick an age and stick to it. What a great idea, I thought! I’d choose to be twelve as...

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A Dark and Stormy Night: The Weather In Fiction

A Dark and Stormy Night: The Weather In Fiction

I’m typing this in my armchair, looking out at the snow – it’s a blizzard out there! – and listening to a classical music playlist I have on Spotify. It’s my go-to music for almost everything I write that isn’t novel specific. It also seems apt for the winter weather...

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A new start

A new start

How fab does my new site look? I liked my old site but it was a bit…serious. I don’t think people who knew me would be look at it and say, “That’s so Nettie!” I wanted something light and fun and colourful, something that reflected me and what I write about. I...

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Sauchihall Street Cash Converters

Sauchihall Street Cash Converters

      Good afternoon, Sir. How are you today? Such frightful weather for this time of year. I guess you're wondering what someone like me Is doing in your shop? Let me be clear It's not that times are hard, at least not yet. But everyone could use a...

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Poakits

Poakits

A poem. About pockets. Poakits Ah’m at thone age when a trip tae Brentford Nylons seems a guid idea. No fur purple, brushed nylon sheets that sparked when you and yer man gied it laldy; No fur curtains, two pair wan tae pit up and wan tae chainge wi when they others...

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Happy New Year! During the last few of weeks of 2017 I had so many plans for 2018. I had a more frequent blog schedule worked out, a local bar has a poetry night once a month I thought about going to and maybe even reading at it, I was going to the cinema at least...

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Going Home

Going Home

We moved from our seaside cottage in Machrihanish to a flat on the fringes of Glasgow’s west end just two weeks before Christmas. It’s been a fraught couple of weeks. We still have boxes everywhere, at least 1/3 of our pictures have still to be hung and I have no idea...

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Judging a book

Judging a book

I love to read and I also enjoy reviewing what I read. I've been an active Netgalley user for several years and have discovered many wonderful new authors. I've also tried to read a lot of trash, but they always seemed a good idea at the time. Recently, there has been...

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Moving on. Again.

Moving on. Again.

We moved to our little seaside cottage three years ago. I love it here in Machrihanish. At night I can lie in bed and listen to the waves crash on the shore, a two minute walk fro the house. We are blessed with a rich variety of wildlife on our doorstep. So why do we...

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RAWRR!

RAWRR!

In the 1970s I remember watching game shows where the (always) male host would ask female contestants what their husbands did for a living. You know, the half of the marriage who wasn't on the TV trying to win £50 and a radio. Last night on the BBC TV news, the highly...

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Flashes of Creativity

Flashes of Creativity

Last night I spoke to my husband about my recent burst of creativity. I suggested that now I've lost the physical ability to create life, my need to create has found new outlets. I mentioned this to my lovely, creative friend Mairi and she said that she, too, had...

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I’m Still Here

I’m Still Here

2016 has been a dreadful year for many of us. It seems that everyone has lost an idol: so many stars of the entertainment world have left us with naught but their ghosts on screen and whispered songs on our radios. Many of us have lost someone in real life. Several of...

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