River of dreams

The river

I took this photo yesterday, a crisp but bitterly cold January morning. Walking along by the river, I thought about a comment someone had left on my blog, about how he was in the habit of getting wet in lakes or rivers whenever he felt like it, and how I should just do the same. Obviously he’d never been to Musselburgh. If I’d gone in the river yesterday I don’t think I’d have made it back to the car without freezing solid. But it seems that the idea stayed in my subconscious. Let me tell you about the dream I had last night, which I promise is 100% true and not made up for click bait… » Read more



Hello! Just checking in to say thanks for all the supportive messages after my recent outpouring… A lot of people have been in touch to say that they suffer from similar issues, which is kind of reassuring in a way, even though I wouldn’t wish it on any of you. Does that make sense? Well, I know what I mean, anyway…

Things are still somewhat up and down but, inspired by one of my Twitter friends, I’m endeavouring to be more like Sally…

A pair of trousers. Called Dave.On an almost unrelated note, do you ever have dreams where you’re getting intimate with someone, but you wake up and have no idea who it was? It happened to me early this morning. In the dream I was in the bath – fully clothed, naturally – and there was someone else in the bathroom who I was trying to convince to join me in the tub, but he didn’t want to get his jeans wet, so I told him to take them off and go to my wardrobe to see if I had a pair of trousers that would fit him! He was trying to squeeze into a pair of trousers like these when I woke up… I don’t even own a pair of trousers like that.

Still no idea who he was, either. If it was you, let me know… 😉