Journal
The tail of Mike’s last fight
I know, I know. I'm not a vegetarian so I have no right to be squeamish about food. And I had meant to write a whimsical piece about how unromantic Chinese supermarkets are about live produce. Fish counters in French supermarkets have the same attitude, by the way,...
Poor Oscar
Arguably, Oscar has found it more difficult to fit in here in Hong Kong than Raffles because he's not good in the heat. Raffles positively laps up the warm climate and we think it's because of his Singapore roots. Oscar does seem to have made a lot of...
Halloween in the Lane
Bewitched, the sitcom about the cute blonde witch who cast spells by wiggling her pert little nose, and her besotted husband Darren, was my first encounter with Halloween and trick or treating. My mum was a huge fan. When Charlie Brown and friends were given only...
How are you doing? I’m doing
It's a month since I wrote my last, emotional post as I sobbed alone in a Boldon hotel room, and I'm prompted into a guilty update. There's so much that I want to write about but actually so little I can say, can bear to talk about. My days are now...
The next stage
Eliza and I are travelling North up the A1 to the next stage in her life. She's excited and a little fearful to be going to university and, though I'm delighted that she's going somewhere that will suit her, I'm fighting back the desolation I feel that she's leaving...
Another year
1/9/18 We parents become attuned to living our lives according to the school year and it feels appropriate to mark the beginning of September with a catchup post, since a combination of headaches and allergies and general bustle has meant I have written so little...
Folded. Not on hangers.
Glitter ball
I use Nuxe Huile Prodigieuse as a post-shower body moisturiser every day at home and thought it would be fun to take this Or version on holiday. Wrong. Not only does it not moisturise much or, indeed, at all, but the glitter spreads everywhere: my handbag, my dress,...