I feel sorry for non-Commonwealth countries right now. Because there was just a giant kilt and they lifted it and John Barrowman came out from underneath it and sang about Scotland and there were dancing Tunnocks teacakes and an inflatable Nessie, and it was just beautiful and ridiculous.
I feel I may have missed something fabulous.
In the quietness around you. In between the silence and open air. That’s when you will feel me the most. That’s me—missing you.