This week at Alula’s school they’ve been focussing on love. Who said anything about her being at a hippy dippy school? I don’t care what GCSE results she gets if this is what she learns though. Firstly she came home on Monday and said to me: ‘ Mummy why doesn’t granny like you?’ And I …

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Oh dear. It all started about ten days ago. A concert Afro Moses Cool Franti’s Villa Pool Party                        Awesome Raise money Raffle Fundraiser ‘Sarah can you ask Leila to be a raffle girl?’ ‘Ooooh I like, like one of those 1950s cigarette girls’ ‘Yeah, short skirt, a little hat, part men from their cash …

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I probably don’t talk about John as much as I should on this blog. Sometimes I get caught up in the ecstatic dancing and the freakdom here in Ubud and my attention wanders.  It is about us living here but I don’t like tarring him with my judgmental, opinionated, piss taking brush so I tend …

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Alula: Play with me mummy Me: Only if I don’t have to play barbies. Alula: But I want to play barbies Me: Well I don’t like Barbie Alula: Why not? Me: Because Barbie represents an image of womanhood and beauty that I find offensive. Alula: No she doesn’t. Don’t be silly mummy. Let’s play Barbie. …

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