Two four year olds stand before me, hands on hips. ‘Is there Birthday cake?’ one demands. ‘Yes.’ ‘Is the Cake Raw?’ the other asks. ‘No.’ ‘Is the cake Vegan. Because I’m Vegan,’ says the other. ‘No.’ ‘Well, what will I eat?’ ‘Um…'(I don’t know but I’m thinking there’ll be more cake for me). I walk …

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Here’s the cliff notes version of the last four days… Singapore airport ‘I’d like to check in for my flight to Bali please.’ ‘Sorry your daughter’s passport is three days under the six months validity required to enter Indonesia.’ ‘You’re kidding right? Kidding yes? Right?’ ‘No, sorry ma’am. Please step away from the counter.’ On …

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For those of you who’ve followed us since the beginning you’ll remember that our reasons for leaving the UK were numerous. We wrote these reasons on post-its and stuck them on the wall of our bedroom in south east London before we decided to up stix and get the hell out of dodge. The reasons …

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‘Kadek’s good at making pancakes,’ Alula says, ‘but she can’t even do a puzzle.’ It’s true. She can’t. And this being the Easter holidays this means I am without child-acceptable child care. Or I was. Until a manny fell into my lap. I have a manny. Well I don’t. Alula does. And for free. I’m …

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I love that Alula is growing up somewhere so full of magic and wonder. Where she runs around school barefoot, singing songs about love and thanking the mother earth and father sun for her lunch. Where at night she counts geckos not sheep. In the mornings she wakes up and squawks ‘cockadoodledoooo’ at the top …

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