Other countries
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smokingbootI have started to write this a couple of times this morning, having a few problems.
The whole Kavanaugh thing has knocked me a little. Ah well.
In other news, R has a contract in Edinburgh. He'll be working there 3 days a week.
Edinburgh is impressive enough, if you like Regency meets Medieval. From memory, it looks better soot streaked or in the rain; by better, I mean more likely to inspire you with cult-in-the-city style nightmares. It's a pretty place, much more so than Glasgow, but I prefer Glasgow, more heart in it. I will probably be going up for a few weekends before the contract ends.
I studied my Masters at Edinburgh, and swear to god I basically spent a whole year drunk, not even through preference. Our Reader would start the morning's lecture with two bottles of some terrible brew of his own making, force us to drink it in his lessons, then lead us all to the local pub which I think was the Pear Tree or the Pear and Partridge, something like that, and then get us all totally smashed until we came home. It's a miracle I finished the course with my liver, let alone a pass. This was also the height of the Edinburgh heroin problem, where frankly you couldn't pass a doorway without someone asking if you wanted a score. I was a very fortunate girl considering the dangerous places I went to, the appalling characters I met. My lifelong needle phobia stood me in good stead, I was never drunk enough, never desperate enough, to be tempted.
Of course, everything is much brighter and cleaner now. It will be interesting to see it again.
If I go up to Scotland, staying in a city is only a part of what I want to do. Out, out into the land! So beautiful, if it isn't raining... Of course, it's always raining. And it's an interesting point in time for a Scottish job to turn up, because I want to get to the Mitchell Library and check out the Stirling Council old archives. The joke however is that an awful lot of recently uncovered stuff re the McLachlans has been moved from Stirling to Edinburgh, so I suppose the city would be in the right place to find family stuff...
But I have an awful lot of other work that requires my attention.
Today, into town. I just need to stir my stumps and lift my mood.
The whole Kavanaugh thing has knocked me a little. Ah well.
In other news, R has a contract in Edinburgh. He'll be working there 3 days a week.
Edinburgh is impressive enough, if you like Regency meets Medieval. From memory, it looks better soot streaked or in the rain; by better, I mean more likely to inspire you with cult-in-the-city style nightmares. It's a pretty place, much more so than Glasgow, but I prefer Glasgow, more heart in it. I will probably be going up for a few weekends before the contract ends.
I studied my Masters at Edinburgh, and swear to god I basically spent a whole year drunk, not even through preference. Our Reader would start the morning's lecture with two bottles of some terrible brew of his own making, force us to drink it in his lessons, then lead us all to the local pub which I think was the Pear Tree or the Pear and Partridge, something like that, and then get us all totally smashed until we came home. It's a miracle I finished the course with my liver, let alone a pass. This was also the height of the Edinburgh heroin problem, where frankly you couldn't pass a doorway without someone asking if you wanted a score. I was a very fortunate girl considering the dangerous places I went to, the appalling characters I met. My lifelong needle phobia stood me in good stead, I was never drunk enough, never desperate enough, to be tempted.
Of course, everything is much brighter and cleaner now. It will be interesting to see it again.
If I go up to Scotland, staying in a city is only a part of what I want to do. Out, out into the land! So beautiful, if it isn't raining... Of course, it's always raining. And it's an interesting point in time for a Scottish job to turn up, because I want to get to the Mitchell Library and check out the Stirling Council old archives. The joke however is that an awful lot of recently uncovered stuff re the McLachlans has been moved from Stirling to Edinburgh, so I suppose the city would be in the right place to find family stuff...
But I have an awful lot of other work that requires my attention.
Today, into town. I just need to stir my stumps and lift my mood.
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