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Remember to check your Edinburgh wing mirrors…

Writing The Long Way Around

I read a disparaging comment a while ago which described Edinburgh as a small town containing 500 people who all know each other.  It is sad but true and one of the things I do miss about London is the anonymity you can create. When I was buying some books for the new course in Waterstone’s, I got chatting with the chap who was helping me find the books because I had left the reading list at home (on my bed…really must start making my bed) and could only remember first names and half titles.  Turns out one of his … Continue reading Remember to check your Edinburgh wing mirrors…

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Loss and Devastation

Writing The Long Way Around

On my walk with a friend yesterday I remember putting my sunglasses in my bag.  I can only presume that I somehow managed to drop them as I cannot find them anywhere!  I have had these glasses for over 10 years, they are on my head in my passport photo and I am simply devastated to have lost them.  They have been everywhere with me and I never lose things.  Ack and double bloody. Continue reading Loss and Devastation

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An interlude

Writing The Long Way Around

I spent the earlier part of the day showing people around rental properties across town.  I am always amazed at the poor standard of accommodation being touted by landlords in Edinburgh, and even more astonished that there is someone willing to pay for homes that have not been cleaned or decorated since the mid 70’s.   I saw one apartment today that made me want to shower with wire wool and dettol. After, I met a friend at the book festival where he had been to see David Sedaris.  I bought gin and tonics and we waited about an hour in … Continue reading An interlude