Tag Archives: Living in the Land of Sand

Disco Diva Gran

Gran is a creature of habit; she wakes at the same time every day and then reads for half an hour.  Breakfast is at 9am whilst decisions are made about what to have for lunch.  Lunch is at midday and … Continue reading

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Free cocktails? Yes please!

It started well, really it did. Annie and I arrived to find Sue, Jane and Claire ordering their first drinks, Di and Sheila joined a short while later. The first drink was sipped slowly and at one point the waiter … Continue reading

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Scotland beware, Edina’s back!

For six years I’ve been the chief caregiver to a champagne-swigging, prosperous but preposterous, fashion and fad-obsessed Aunty who is incapable of performing any domestic tasks. Of course I’ve been the ever-virtuous, high-minded, intellectual, virginal niece who assumes the moral … Continue reading

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Ya cannae take the Scot oot of Scotland

I’m told that wee Scottish Granny has no Internet for a few days, this means I can safely post about her without risk of a clip around the ear.  I could write a million posts on how absolutely fabulous, funny, … Continue reading

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Granny and the eyebroo-meeting banker

Most of you will remember stories involving my wee Scottish Granny.  She’s the funniest, most amazing woman I know who just happens to have balls of steel.  She cares not what she says or who she says it to, one … Continue reading

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Hair touching hitchhikers

I live in the middle of nowhere.  Literally.  Every day I drive across mountains, alongside the sea and through a couple of seriously old villages.   Daily obstacles include goats, donkeys and occasional falling rocks.  There’s nothing quite like a … Continue reading

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Ladyboy Jerry aka Edward Scissorhands

It’s not often (read never) in the Middle East that a woman goes to the barber’s; of course I do.  Every time I call first so he can make sure the shop’s empty and free from men who might have … Continue reading

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