Why "Stories and musings on life while walking the dog?" And what does that say about me?
Firstly, I have a dog! He's a he; big, black lab, to be precise; not blessed with much brain, but classically handsome, and nearly two (which means he still thinks he's a puppy); loveable sometimes and sometimes most definitely not; "brother" to my younger kids (their term, not mine); eats for England - anything (except onions and asparagus) and everything (including wellies, shoes and any toys he can get his teeth into); and called Mungo (after the patron saint of Glasgow).
Secondly, me - some clues in the paragraph above, but what that doesn't say is who I am, or indeed what I am. The who will for the time being remain obscure, but as for the what - parent to several children, dog owner, Scot now living in England - yes, to all of the above, but also very part-time professional (as part-time as I can get away with); sometime gardener; best provider of hugs in the world, owing, I am reliably informed by my youngest, to my squashiness round the middle; and writer.
How loaded that last word is for me. Writer. I have spent my life writing stories, mostly inside my head, and when my children came along I told them stories (I still do sometimes). The writing that goes on inside my head could be called dreaming and perhaps that is what anyone who observes me distractedly trailing Mungo across the fields thinks I am doing. When all that is moving are my feet and my thumbs it is probably not obvious that I am actually multitasking and that with the advent of clever phones (I realise that actually happened several years ago, but I have never been very quick to catch up with technology) I have found a time when I can physically write my ideas down and with some considerable help from eldest child, I can now embark upon sharing them. I just need to find the time to do so.
So that's me. The blogs which follow below will be a mixed hedgerow of stories; ideas; rants; the occasional poem; and comments on life - look at the titles and please read what you will.
Firstly, I have a dog! He's a he; big, black lab, to be precise; not blessed with much brain, but classically handsome, and nearly two (which means he still thinks he's a puppy); loveable sometimes and sometimes most definitely not; "brother" to my younger kids (their term, not mine); eats for England - anything (except onions and asparagus) and everything (including wellies, shoes and any toys he can get his teeth into); and called Mungo (after the patron saint of Glasgow).
Secondly, me - some clues in the paragraph above, but what that doesn't say is who I am, or indeed what I am. The who will for the time being remain obscure, but as for the what - parent to several children, dog owner, Scot now living in England - yes, to all of the above, but also very part-time professional (as part-time as I can get away with); sometime gardener; best provider of hugs in the world, owing, I am reliably informed by my youngest, to my squashiness round the middle; and writer.
How loaded that last word is for me. Writer. I have spent my life writing stories, mostly inside my head, and when my children came along I told them stories (I still do sometimes). The writing that goes on inside my head could be called dreaming and perhaps that is what anyone who observes me distractedly trailing Mungo across the fields thinks I am doing. When all that is moving are my feet and my thumbs it is probably not obvious that I am actually multitasking and that with the advent of clever phones (I realise that actually happened several years ago, but I have never been very quick to catch up with technology) I have found a time when I can physically write my ideas down and with some considerable help from eldest child, I can now embark upon sharing them. I just need to find the time to do so.
So that's me. The blogs which follow below will be a mixed hedgerow of stories; ideas; rants; the occasional poem; and comments on life - look at the titles and please read what you will.
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