Personal is political?

An apology to passers-by looking for a Scottish political blog. Probably a misrepresentation: the focus here is personal trivia, such as the cold caught from wee wan and the night of fever dreams just suffered.

I can't even write about the full dream content, because the details could alarm the kiddos. The second one was scurrilously sexual, but not in a pleasant way. At one point I was trying to take a shower that had to be hooked up for a 12-lead ECG to function, and at another my unwillingness to be perverted had me protesting, "I just want to see the animals!". It was in Borneo or somewhere, and macaques, mandrills and komodo dragons were parading through the hotel room, along with a pair of prostitutes and a female pagan acquaintance. It was a relief to wake. I self-medicated with kimchi and pickled herring yesterday- maybe this contributed to bad dreams. Now awake, it's nonsense that you'd get all the non-humans in the one place, except a zoo.

R. and I had planned a mushroom hunting trip to Perthshire today, but it's too much for either of us. R. has mycological identification skills (mittel-European, and all that), her specialty being cepes (a.k.a. porcini; Boletus edulis). They have a reticulated stem (looking like a caul) and a spongy structure to their gills.

It's certainly the height of the season for other species- honey fungus in the Braidburn, field mushrooms in local gardens. Maybe a short outing for coffee, Natural History day on UKHistory channel and some novels is a healthier option.