On Saturday morning I awoke in a tangle of bedsheets with frost clinging to the window frame. The flat was silent, my toes creeping along the wooden floors the only noise as I found some cosy slippers and flicked the kettle on to boil. Hands cradling a decaf coffee, I buried myself back under the covers…
A few months ago, I headed off to the SECC in Glasgow, notepad in my hand and finger on the voice recorder app on my phone, ready to act like the perfect food journalist at the Good Food Show. As I was handed over the plastic press pass that screamed I was a fully fledged…
What has happened to the snow? I’m sure that less than a week ago, we were all promised thick blankets of the white fluffy stuff, a threat of major traffic chaos and a polite shove towards the welly section in Primark. Although the traffic chaos has stayed (hello Hurricane Bawbag), the weather seems to have…