I Marched

A couple of weeks ago, I did something the me of 2014 could never have imagined I’d do: I marched for Scottish independence. Followers of my blog will know I was a no voter in 2014, but you might not know I suffer from social anxiety and the thought of walking with a huge crowd…

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Acceptance

Thank you to everyone who took time to read my post about my learning to appreciate the indy movement and SNP. I was quite nervous admitting that I’d been blinkered and silly, and didn’t expect the outpouring of genuine compassion and understanding I undeservedly received. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised, though, as this has…

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More United / SNP

I was extremely dismayed to read this morning that Gina Miller’s tactical voting group will not be supporting any SNP candidates at this time (sorry – link behind paywall). This makes me sad because I do admire her and the work she’s done to hold the Brexiters to account – all at great personal cost to…

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Blisters and Landmines

It’s an unfashionable view in the wake of the Brexit campaign, but I tend to trust experts. I like to hear from people who know more than I do about complex issues, because it helps me make an informed decision about my family’s future. I listened to experts during the Scottish independence referendum of 2014,…

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Nell

There comes a point in a middle aged woman’s life when she decides she needs a small dog.  I don’t know when it happened to me, but when the need hit me, it hit me hard.  I spent a bit of time researching breeds and came to the conclusion that the best match for me…

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Rosie

Rosie, our newest rescue, might have been dog in her former life.  She begs at the dinner table, steals dog food, growls at the postman, and would rather hang out with our two dogs than any of our other cats.  She also sleeps in the dog bed.

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