Personally, I use Mom. Living in South Africa until age 8 meant I was taught to spell Mom with an ‘o’, not a ‘u’. Even to this day I haven’t changed the way I spell it (Even if it annoys my boyfriend – hehe). Continue reading Is it Mum or Mom?
I left my flat in Tooting for work on time (an achievement for someone as scatty as me) and headed for the underground. Anyway, I made my way down to my usual spot on the platform, nestled myself between two groups of people at the edge of the platform. BIG mistake. Turns out these groups of people aren’t groups at all but two sets of … Continue reading PDA (Please Don’t Administer)
It was Burns night in Scotland yesterday. January 25th is an annual celebration of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. Friends of mine held a traditional supper for our Scottish friends. Scottish bagpipes played on the docking station when we came in group by group. It wasn’t in the host’s budget for actual bagpipes, but I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing… Few decided … Continue reading Burn’s Night