Last night was the first time in three years I’ve cried because I missed home. I had a craving for fields. Yes fields. And woods. And the smell of bonfires. And strawberries. Summer and autumn sights and smells. So if you dropped me back in the UK right now I’d swear at the cold and …

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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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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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