Entering into 2012 was pretty chaotic. Not only had a close childhood and family friend just died, we also found out the ever-talked about extension on the house was going to become reality. After a week of being in a total daze trying to let it sink in that I would never see my friend that I’d spent a good chunk of childhood with again (and I’ll be honest it still hasn’t sunk in) I finally ventured out on Hogmanay. And I received my Secret Santa gift! A baltic walk on Belhaven Beach was how I brought in 2012, and it was that morning where I asked God about my tattoo – and saw a rainbow as I drove down to Dunbar. Discovering a photo of me and my friend from 1987/88 in a box, I decided to put up my inspiration wall again. Oh, and I became a member of Girlguiding!
By February, the building work was well underway and we got used to being woken up before dawn by builders and quickly realised that demolishing walls rendered dusting and vacuuming pretty pointless. Ruth came to visit Edinburgh and we went out for some posh drinks in The Dome. Our Guides raised money for Scottish Love in Action through the Bake A Little Love campaign, and that was probably the last time I baked for a good few months! I also managed to get through schools visits, Guides and Powerpoint without being taken down with a cold. Hurrah!
A building site alternative to plastic garden chairs…!
By March we had no kitchen. So we built a makeshift one in our hallway, and lived on Pasta & stir in sauces. And toasted bagels. And soup. The contents of our kitchen (along with a few other rooms) were in our living room which was an interesting way to live. At a conference, a picture of a wee boy from Indonesia caught my eye, and he ended up being my second sponsored child through Compassion International. We also had some freakishly hot weather one weekend – and it turned out that was summer for us in Scotland. Our garden had been taken over by builders, so I improvised ways to soak up sunshine. It was also my last time singing at Powerpoint.
April is my favourite month as there are so many birthdays and usually the Easter Holidays I get my first break of the year. This April was pretty darn exciting. I was overwhelmed by the immense amount of spoiling from my friends from surprise tea parties to Hummingbird Bakery cookbooks to returning home to find flowers outside my front door. Of course April was also the month of inking day. We successfully hid the event from my mother who did not discover the tattoo until a month later when it was healed, and she didn’t freak out. Paula visited from Australia and we met up on the Queen’s birthday taking a royal tour of Edinburgh Castle and had a spot of afternoon tea on the Royal Yacht (as you do). The builders left. And, I took a trip to London for work where I got to stay with my lovely friends Richard & Lisa and we went to the London Calling event for the Olympics at St Paul’s Cathedral. Watching Bishops in their robes and silly hats dancing down the aisles at the end was quite amusing. Oh. And my hairdresser cut my fringe really badly. ICK.
May. May was the month I was introduced to ‘Herman’ the friendship cake, and we got an oven again. It was when my friend Ruth became my hairdresser and we had an exciting adventure bringing me back to blonde. Hearts beat Hibs in a frankly embarrassing match to win the Scottish Cup, and the day the cup came home, my sister and I reunited in Edinburgh. And as the home renovations slowed down, the work renovations heated up. Several late nights moving furniture, doing clear outs and packing things into boxes led to the last day of May being spent glossing our client toilet & sink room. And making lunch for teams of volunteers.
The beacon is lit – with ashes from campfires (including Timetrail 2000 – that I was at!) around the world making it that little bit more special.
June was a busy time. It rained and was sunny. We celebrated the Queen’s Jubilee, and 100s of Guides from across Edinburgh gathered at the Trefoil campsite for the lighting of the beacon. A few of our Guides camped with another Guide Unit on one of the wetter weekends of June. We ran Olympic themed sports nights ending in campfires at Trefoil for our Monday unit and Ashleigh’s Wednesday unit. The Olympic torch came through Edinburgh and my friend and I took her sons to see it come through Dalkeith on a (thankfully) sunshiney morning. I lost my nails while building fire. We brought Hawaii to Scotland for my friend, Brisaac’s 40th birthday.
July for me was all about Cornwall. The week before I left there was serious flooding and crazy fog in Edinburgh so I was worried I wouldn’t get there. But I arrived in Bristol airport with my overpacked suitcase and got to see Ruth at work in her new job. We spent a rainy (though very summery compared to Scotland at the time) day in Bath before we drove down to ‘our house’ in Constantine Bay. Our house was awesome. We did a lot of sleeping. A lot of pyjama wearing. We ate a lot of cheese and crackers. And fish and chips. We had breakfast at Jamie’s. I cartwheeled on St Ives beach. I just about killed myself bodyboarding. We had cream tea. We didn’t want to come home. But I’d hardly been back at work when I was off again…this time to stay home…to watch a very important and much anticipated event…
That first picture is how I spent most of the time British gymnasts were performing I knew could potentially win medals. I would hide my face and listen to Mitch Fenner, and then watch the replays! The worst was the day Beth was performing on the Uneven Bars final. I’d watched her come 4th four years before, and I just couldn’t bear to see it happen again. From the moment I got up, until I went to bed I was watching the Olympics. Screaming at the TV (especially during the cycling and swimming) and yelling advice during the gymnastics. My Mum was NOT impressed, but I remember one morning hearing her shouting at the TV – to Stephen Kiprotich in fact – ‘DON’T LET THEM GET YOU! COME ON!’ I didn’t waste time in pointing out her hypocrisy! Postboxes were painted gold. I joined a bunch of ‘hens’ as we crossed the border to England and had a hen weekend for my lovely friend Fi. I saw lots of the festival and was basically skint by the end of August. I walked out a show for the first time because it was THAT bad (plus it was 3 a.m.). Myself, The Weatherfolk and friends went to see Ted’s Band. And my friend Vicky and I got to meet Alexander McCall Smith.
September, we were finishing up our work renovations and I was building things. Like TV tables. Guides started back, and thus began my journey into leading a Senior Section unit. Yorkshire and NE England flooded (again) and I went to Durham and York. I got to go to ‘Hogwarts University’. And one of my best friends from high school got married in a fantastic hybrid of Catalonian and Scottish traditions!
October was clearly not a particularly exciting month in the life of the
brunette blonde koala judging by the lack of photographs captured in this month! I discovered the reason I can’t knit is because I’d been knitting ‘backwards’, and got taught how to do it correctly (though still not well) at my friend’s community knitting event. My Mum went to Oklahoma and picked up my copies of White Collar boxsets but took a tumble on her way home fracturing her shoulder and ripping several ligaments in her ankle. Hallowe’en came and I was ordered to dress up by the Senior Section girls and so some of my old dance gear came out to create a ‘Hallowe’en Fairy’ costume.
Smoothie hats 2-6 of 2012. Another £1 for Age UK – I love the Big Knit.
November brought Remembrance Sunday where the GirlGuides and Brownies became a part of the Remembrance Sunday service at Corstorphine Old Parish again (those pesky Scouts and BBs keep stealing the limelight off our awesome organisation). It was month of stress trying to organise all the 3 units to get Gang Show tickets too. I made my Guide Promise as a Leader. I made my first batches of White Christmas Slice for the Tollcross Community Christmas Market. We spent a lot of time driving my Mum to doctor’s appointments, physio appointments and orthopaedic consultant appointments. People e-mailed in to say they’d like to be a part of A Very Airmail Christmas – a fabulous idea from my friend Rebecca to honour a woman who had died of cancer. We had a big St Andrew’s Day fundraiser for my work. And the Big Knit got underway once again, adding 14 hats to my collection…
Elizabeth Price on Beam
With December came nasty germs, which I fought through to get to the FIG World Cup in Glasgow with my friend Lynn. I made myself more ill as a result, but it was very much worth it. My reindeer were christened, and my tree went up complete with the new additions of the 14 smoothie hats. Friends started sending me more too, so I suspect we’ll need a bigger tree next year! I made another trip up the Christmas Wheel in Edinburgh – this time so the Senior Section girls could make their promise while the wheel spun us round. It came with the news that my step gran and step auntie have both been diagnosed with cancer. And there are still 10 more days of December to come before we greet 2013.