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Dies irae, dies illa

Dies irae, dies illa

I feel that I should somehow mark the day we dreaded, and hoped we would not have to face: Brexit Day. I have thought and thought about this post, going around in anguished, frustrated circles, and find that I'm still still seething and incoherent with sadness and...

Twelve Drummers drumming

Twelve Drummers drumming

Finally, here we are, the last in this 12 days of Christmas series, a review of 2019 through my eyes. Today's only the 5th of January and 2020 feels old already. I'm feeling quite glum about what's to come and the state of the world and I have more or less run out of...

Ten Lords a-leaping

Ten Lords a-leaping

This morning I had absolutely no idea what to write about for this post. Dear Reader, you might naturally have assumed that this series was all meticulously planned in advance, and some posts have almost written themselves, but I admit that others have been of a more...

Nine Ladies Dancing

Nine Ladies Dancing

I have raved and raved about the Hong Kong Ballet to anyone who'll listen (and a good few who won't)  since I've been here, I know that, but being able to see them is one of the things I truly adore about being in Hong Kong and there really aren't that many, if I'm...