Remember I’ve always compared social media to being at a party? Yesterday I had the identical feelings both good and bad.
At the party I saw a group of people passing around photos and getting very excited. 254 more words
On Saturday our elder boy turned seven.
He had five friends round for a party, which I considered our most successful children’s party so far in that not only did the children apparently enjoy themselves, getting vigorously stuck in to all the games we organised – I was heartened by the enthusiasm with which a bunch of six- and seven-year-old boys participated in a dancing competition – but also Ken and I remembered to do things that sensible parents do, such as have a bag by the door for the presents so they didn’t all get opened and strewn around during the party. 86 more words
…Scots?… wha’s like us?… damn few, an’ they’re a’ deid…. As I’ve just got back from the homeland and am still wearing my accent – an unashamed bit of Alba Pride from my dear friend…
If you’ve never heard of a Tombola, think lucky dip on display. You buy your tickets and pray that the ticket you pick matches a prize, any prize and then hope like crazy that it’s for that pair of earings you had your eye on or better still the huge teddy bear. 146 more words