Sunday afternoon and I'm back at Maison de Lux, having dashed out in the rain for a cappuccino and pain chocolat at the cafe around the corner and now unpacking to the tune of Glasvegas (see above for the Glasgow Tourist Board Anthem* "I'm Gonna Get Stabbed"). Overall, going to Scotland was the best decision I've ever made, and I highly recommend it. The exchange rate is tricky but things are cheaper in real terms. My long weekend felt like ages and I achieved exactly what I set out to do which was get a break from the standard and explore someplace new. I stayed at the Over Seas House in Edinburgh and it was absolute perfection. I'm taking off the rest of the day to chillax and decompress from flying across an ocean today -- four days off in a row! I feel like an heiress! -- and then it's back to my projects of the moment tomorrow and three events this week. On a very bright note, I was reading the Financial Times this morning and was thrilled to see that The Rowing Lesson made the Best Books of 2008 List, as "an exquisitely crafted masterclass in the close examination of memory." Well, isn't that brilliant? 'Tis.
*Suggested. Another idea: an "I Heart..." campaign inspired by the phrase "Glasgow Kiss," which is slang for a headbutt to the face.