Hogmanay
The family has returned safely - if a little jet lagged and sniffly - from The Great White North.
Tonight we’re off to a Scottish friend’s Hogmanay bash. As far as I can tell, Hogmanay is just the Scots’ word for New Year’s Eve, but if anyone out there knows more than I - unlikely as that may be - I’d love to hear about it.
I’ve got lots of pictures and stories to share, but today is for recovery, unpacking and readjusting to Greenwich time. Looking forward to getting back to the blogging routine but until then - here’s a teaser of a fascinated Z in the Heathrow departure lounge and a Death Cab for Cutie song. Happy New Year!
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Happy Holidays to all my readers! Wishing you and yours a joyful Christmas season. It’s been a blue Christmas without your comments. Come back and visit in the New Year after our return from the frozen North. Until then, enjoy Bright Eyes’ interpretation of the Elvis classic.
“Take the poison of your age
Readers of this blog will know that I’ve been 
“The tears on my shoulder
“Though I knew you masked your disdain.
“You were caught kissing 8 chinese brothers














