I have just been to a tattoo parlour in Mumbai. Not just any old tattoo parlour- ‘Al’s tattoo and cappuccino parlour’. I got a tattoo done. Of a bald eagle on my right shoulder blade with the words ‘don’t worry about a thing’ underneath. Are you kidding? Of course I didn’t get a tattoo. An …
I was watching Eastenders yesterday and between that and the snow it seems obvious that the reasons are lining up to remind me why we are leaving. Like an image of the Virgin Mary appearing in a potato. An unexpected reminder to keep the faith because our next life is going to be nothing short …
‘I want a magazine!’ She demands as soon as we swish through the doors of Sainsburys. I push on past the cbeebies magazines with their cellophaned child magnet landfill toys. ‘I want a lemon,’ she says next pointing at the melons. ‘I want moreganix!,’ she says whilst trying to grab six pink packets of Organix in her arms as …
I have just met someone and am explaining to them about this little adventure. ‘I’m going with my family around the world.’ ‘Oh wow – that’s amazing. Are your parents retired?’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Your parents – are they retired?’ ‘Er…’ I’m thinking why is she asking me about my parents and their employment status? Talk about …
‘When I look at a cow I just want to eat it.’ ‘When I look at a cow I see a cow,’ John says looking at me weirdly. ‘But when I look at a vegetable patch I just see dirt. I think this means I am a carnivore. Nature made me this way. I can’t …
I was talking the other day in a post about the sense of community we’re finding just as we leave – remember the jazz dancing neighbours spinning off lamp posts and the pimping out I’m doing of John? – in a similar way, just as I resign and prepare to bugger off for a rather …
Recently I’ve been trying to meditate. I say recently but actually I started trying at the start of the year and I’m still unelightened. Here is what happens when I try to meditate: ok, ommmm, one breath two breath three what’s for dinner is there any wine in the house no maybe I fancy a beer I …
I am in Waitrose and I am about to cry. It isn’t because of the prices, nor because of the semi-religious experience that shopping in those wide, airy aisles inspires in me, nor because Lula now strapped firmly into her buggy after hightailing it around the store, is screaming ‘But I WANT a croissant!’ over …
‘So, Lula, do you know what we’re doing next year?’ (Next year could just as well be in five minutes to her. She thinks her birthday is every single day, that Christmas is next week and that Claude, her favourite person in the whole world is coming to stay in her Pink House at the …
A lot of people keep asking us why – what inspired us to do this trip? About six months ago I wrote my reasons on some Post-Its and stuck them on our bedroom wall next to a pinboard that I covered in pictures of white beaches, turreted chateaux, hammocks and clippings from the guardian travel section. Oh and this postcard. …
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