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 …
My first book Hunting Lila comes out in just over two weeks’ time, and joy, it’s getting rave reviews and will be on the 3 for 2 tables in Smiths and Waterstones throughout August. It’s been a long journey and if you were with me from the start of can we live here you’ll know …
John asked me. No, I told him I would. Let’s get this straight. I offered. Because, given that we’ve run though my book advance as though it was on a self-destruct timer, we’re now living off him. And I’ve never lived off any man (other than my dad…thanks dad!). John paying for stuff – as …
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 …
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 …
I just got paid. It’s very exciting. Money. For writing down all the crazy stuff that my imagination comes up with. How mental is that? Also I’m excited because today I appeared as a headline ABOVE Julian Assange. Bet he’s gutted. Anyway with the chaching still ringing in my ears I thought I’d be all …
‘So for xmas we have two options. If the weather is nice we can go to the beach. And if it’s not we can stay in Ubud and do what xmas is about. Namely eating.’ ‘Actually Christmas is about Jesus,’ John reminds me. I raise an eyebrow at the heathen grinning at me across the …
So what better reason to break into a five star hotel? Driving up to the valet point in our rusting hunk of metal should have outed us as not that rich but the dudes with the wavy bomb detector things let us on through. They even parked our pringle encrusted car for us (hey I …
As you know John, Alula and I left the UK in January 2010. We were looking for a new home – somewhere hot, less stressful, somewhere with a creative, entrepreneurial vibe, somewhere with good schools and good people. And we found Bali and it’s our version of perfect living (back then I hadn’t even anticipated …
It was when I had just finished school and was taking a year out to work and to go travelling, except I had no work so I joined this posh temp agency in Clapham who found posh sounding girls like me and matched them with even posher, rich people who needed people to walk their …
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