I am typing this one handed. It being John’s birthday I did the wifely thing and made him breakfast. For the last 6 months I’ve been perfecting my trad-wifing. Not raising hens or homeschooling or obeying my husband’s commands or wearing prairie dresses. Don’t be silly. I’m talking sourdough. I know I’m late to the …
The UK reached a high of 16 degrees today, which necessitated half the population stripping down to shorts and T-shirts in the gloriously mistaken belief that summer had arrived. I sighed at the way the British* so wholeheartedly leap into action the moment the thermostat edges into double figures but conceded that it was perhaps …
I didn’t feel much in the run up to leaving. I think I was in denial. It was easier to just keep moving forward and not think about what we were leaving behind, but then in the last minutes I wobbled. Watching Alula say goodbye to her best friend was one of the most heart-breaking …
I was getting depressed thinking about all the billion and one things I’m going to miss about Bali; dragon fruit, Kadek, friends, Margaritas delivered to my door (both the pizza and the tequila variety), the mango and banana and papaya trees in the garden, the offerings to Ganesha, the hazy smell of incense, the sun, the …
I’m busy ordering feather pillows and silk thermals online for our return to England. Let’s put that into perspective. We don’t yet have a house to live in. I think my feather pillows might be a little premature unless I plan to use them to make the pavement more comfy. I have a feeling psychologists …
It’s ten pm. The lights are off. I’m sitting on the bed watching Mad Men. Beside me Alula splays in sleep, indifferent to the charms of Donald Draper. All of a sudden the soft sound of Jenga blocks tumbling over startles me. I hit the pause button on my laptop. It was probably a mouse, …
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