McG*

i got tagged by Leena, Cosmo, and Daisy.

Answer 15 questions. It doesn't have to be THESE 15 questions....


Fifteen Things:

1. you may call me:

McG

2. i live with:

Mr McG, our cat (Molly), two guinea pigs (Collingwood and Nelson), and a permanent sense of existential despair.

3. last thing you ate:

A cheese and pickle sandwich. Really.

4. countries I’d like to travel around in:

NEW ZEALAND. Also USA, and Australia. And also also the rest of the UK.

5. some good scents:

Molly's paws. Hay. Rain on hot tarmac.

6. favorite things about autumn:

Crunchy leaves. Dresses with leggings and boots. The smell of woodsmoke.

7. go-to morning drink:

COFFEE, also green tea.

8. go-to evening drink:

red wine, hot chocolate or green tea.

9. some current celebrity crushes:

Laurence Fox. David Tennant. Gwilym Lee. ...is anyone sensing a theme?

10. current playlist:

Sea Shanty Fun! (one of my own spotify playlists. does what it says on the tin).

11. play at my funeral:

Frank Turner - Glory Hallelujah.

12. go-to outfit:

Black skinny jeans. Black trainers. Oversized grey jumper.

13. how I keep my hair:

I'm a ginger pixie.

14. the longest word you know:

antidisestablishmentarianism

15. rec a band/musician:

The Divine Comedy.



Tag 10 people? Naaaah, you're alright.

CROSSPOSTED to Pillowfort

I harvested a shittonne of peaches from allotment yesterday. I’ve not weighed them yet (and i’ve already given away one large bag of them), but i reckon it could well have been 10kg of the things.

So now I’m researching preserving jars and peach schnapps recipes.

It’s only august! This feels like it should be an autumn activity. But having said that, the weather seems
in agreement: there’s a distinct chill in the air, which heralds the forthcoming autumn.

It’s fine: we’ve had such a nice summer so far (for once). I just wish that more of it had translated into good vegetables on the allotment. I need to sprt my soil out: it’s doing me no favours right now.

But first: a weekend away, sailing in Scotland. And therefore, of course, a weekend of terrible weather (of course), after months of wall to wall sunshine and soaring temperatures. Instead it’ll be blowing a hoolie and pissing with rain. So says the forecast, anyway...