‘You always do this’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Act like this’ ‘Like what?’ I ask – though in my head I know full well what he is talking about. John is suggesting I’m acting like a teenager. I shrug, huff, cross my arms over the chest. ‘I’m coming aren’t I?’ I ask slamming the car door. I …
This time last year I wrote a Thanksgiving blog post where I went all Ubud and listed all the things I was grateful for. I think it included things like not having to commute, not having to manage people any more, living in Bali, living in Bali, living in Bali. And even though I’m not …
I sit bolt upright in bed. I am squished between John and Alula who has her legs thrown over my stomach in five year old abandon. ‘We are leaving!’ I announce scuttling like a crab across the bed and flicking on the strip light. John sits up sighing loudly. ‘What time is it?’ ‘It’s midnight …
It’s trick or treat time. Being British I’m faintly disturbed by this tradition; squirmish about the concept of fancy dress (the effort involved seems commensurate with axing the trees to light your own funeral pyre), cynical of the commercialization of yet another pagan / christian ceremony and also mightily stressed out by the following email, …
I am ill with flu. People have suggested various remedies: Having an enema, drinking colloidal silver, imbibing reishi mushroom tincture and green juice fasting. Has no one here heard of Nurofen cold and flu? I feel like some furtive drug dealer slipping them into my mouth whilst no one is looking….drugs are so frowned on …
Alula has started at a new school. Some of you may have heard of it. It’s called Green School and it’s sort of famous because it’s a) built all out of bamboo (even the toilets) b) Al Gore visited once and so did Ben & Jerry (you can tell which one made me more excited) …
Alula has been doing her best impression of Damien from the Omen these last few weeks. And when I say ‘impression’ I mean that she follows the method acting school of thought. Being Ubud, most people’s first response when I appear weeping before them, pouring the valium down my throat is – ‘Have you taken …
Our neighbour Made broke his leg a year ago in a moped accident. He’s still on crutches and can’t walk. He’s also in a lot of pain. He just came over to show me his leg and I did well to keep my breakfast down. I’m not good with bodily secretions. Least of all yellow …
It’s pitch black. I’m sweating. People around me are gasping and moaning and writhing. There’s only one place this could be. The Yoga Barn on a Friday night. It feels so good to get back to ecstatic dance. It was up there with coconuts as the thing I missed most about being away from Bali. …
I’m glad I called the taxi for 11.30 and not 12.30 as I originally did. I’m glad for a number of reasons. But mainly because if I hadn’t we’d be sleeping the night in Little Chalfont right now instead of flying high on a 747 on our way back to Bali drinking our third vodka …
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