Being awfully miscellaneous here again. And here isn’t where it was yesterday. I have packed a suitcase full of Neil Gaiman books and travelled north. Why see Neil in Manchester when I can go to Edinburgh instead?
I’m still trying to make sense of the public address system at Manchester Piccadilly. It did sound as if they said “if you need a brain surgeon while on the station”, but I’m sure they can’t have. Although, maybe I do.
Daughter has been lent to another blogger over the half term week, so please beware of getting too friendly with me. I may send my children to you. This time it’s the lowebrow family in Germany who are the lucky ones. Daughter apparently read two books over the weekend, so will now be scraping the barrel, having only one book left to last her a week. And she had one of those “don’t mention the war” situations, when the German history teacher asked about history in English schools.
I was surprised to find that Grandmother, who I’m staying with, had a copy of the Daily Telegraph lying around. But there is a reason for most things, and this time it was a front page photo of Offsprings’ step second cousin, (almost) kissing a man.
So, today the witch will be all over Edinburgh. Hopefully carting round three maps of the city will prevent me from getting too lost. I still think it’d be a good idea to visit J K Rowling, except I’m not sure exactly where she lives. However, if it turns out I don’t get tea and cake from JKR, Nick Green has recommended a good café, with home made cake. Authors can be so useful.
It remains to be seen whether I can manage to find Julie Bertagna hovering somewhere today. She thinks I look like a vase of flowers, and when I googled images of her I came up with my own photo of Cathy Forde. The web is weird. But interesting.