Tag Archives: Lost in Translation

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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The wee Scottish fireball who cannae stand mistakes

My wee Scottish Granny subscribes to emails from this blog.  I can almost guarantee  that she will be the first to comment on posts (despite protesting that she doesn’t know how), for that reason I read and reread everything to … 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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Finding a husband in three easy steps

According to my colleagues I’m officially on the slippery slope to an eternity of singledom.  I’m ready for the rubbish heap and unless I marry immediately I will forever be lonely, unfulfilled and childless.  In fact, every day that I … Continue reading

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