sunny scotland

i am spending a marvelous few days in sunny scotland (ha ha), and although i have visited a couple of times before, this time we are trying to cram in some free culture.

i have dragged my wonderful husband around the scottish national gallery, the scottish museum and the hunterian in glasgow. i think tomorrow we are off to sterling for more culture (must remember to steal the membership cards, can't be seen to pay for these things).

today however is being spent partaking of a proper past-time, one which i rarely get to enjoy:

watching rugby in the pub.

ahh, culture...

the meaning of interesting...

last week, whilst having a rather excellent afternoon tea with my bestist friend, I got to thinking about the meaning of interesting.

it has been almost a month since my last post (gasp), the reason being i hadn't been up to much except work. it was then noted that as i recounted what exactly i had been up to at work that it was quite interesting when viewed by someone else.

isn't that interesting...

it makes me wonder why you get bored, it's not as if i am doing the same thing day in day out, for instance, yesterday it rained, so i worked whilst getting progressively damper, is that interesting?

probably not.

who judges? clearly the listener (or reader) which means it must be defined by the people, and we all know that they can't be trusted...