I haven’t been doing a very good job of this lately, have I? I seem to have lost the desire to write over the past month or so. Perhaps its just that I haven’t had the same large amounts of ‘free’ time that I once did, what with visitors and travelling and all…

Well that’s all come to an end, so I’m not sure what I can blame from here on in. Mum & Pete fly out of Heathrow tonight, heading for home with a brief stop in Bangkok. Lucky things. They will be going back to their hidden gardens in the hinterland behind the sunshine coast, back to the wide open spaces, the first smarts of spring and that new lap pool that Pete just finished in the garden! I’m just a teeny bit jealous, and perhaps a smidgeon homesick for Aus.

Nevermind. Glasgow is putting on a lovely show for us again today. Sunny, fresh, and that ever present pretty northern hemisphere light. I’ve been up with the sparrows today. Firstly to finish getting the house back in order for Michelle’s return tomorrow. With our ‘1 towel at a time’ washing machine, this translates into 5 days, 12 hours a day worth of washing – along with cleaning out the fridge, vacuuming and all manner of thoroughly entertaining acts that I’m sure you’re not that interested to read about!

That said, there is not much else on my agenda. I went to the gym this morning which was tough – it felt like I haven’t been there for 6 months or so (which is not completely true!), had lunch out in a cafe, and now I have the not so enviable task of completing my cleanup of cut-out recipes file. Yep, it’s about as exciting as it sounds. I collect recipes, then shove them into a file, and occasionally I pull one out when the many cookbooks I own can’t make do. Once in awhile, that is about every 12 months or so, I have to go through them, and chuck those that don’t fit in with whatever cooking style or diet I am currently under the influence of. This has been going on for 3 days now. I can barely walk into the living room with the towering piles of lamb, vegetarian, pasta recipes all segregated on the middle of our now unrecognizable rug. I am almost at the point of just chucking them all, with a devil may care attitude and starting from scratch…. but after 3 days, I’ll give it another hour or two….

Change of subject, thankfully, but outside my window I can hear a piper. I’ll bet he is piping for a wedding around the corner… I might just dash down for a look. He could be my preferential piper, you never know. I do have my favourites here in Glasgow you know. There is one very cute piping busker with long hair worn in a pony tail that I often see on Sauchiehall or Buchanon Sts. Every time I see him I empty my purse for him. He must make a fortune out of me!

Needless to say, Michelle doesn’t find him attractive at all!