The Jumpsuit of Panic and Dismay

I’m at the airport writing this. And am officially a visitor as I just did the souq then airport drop off trip. I’m full of shish tawook and fattoush and I’ve got henna peeling off my arm every time I take my rucksack on and off. The fine hairs on my arm are loving it.... Continue Reading →

Caution: Lava

I’m spending a week in the Middle East. Qatar to be precise, visiting friends. Chasing some elusive vitamin D that I missed out on through spending the Summer (Winter) in New Zealand (woe is me, I know. I’m scraping through) while everyone in the UK was melting. Being here is odd in its lack of... Continue Reading →

Walking the swede. Little ‘s’

Do you ever start talking about something from your childhood, and realise that not only does the person you’re talking to not have any idea what you’re on about, but thinks you’re having them on because it sounds so absurd? No? Yes? Tell us more? Ok, welcome along to the debacle of, ‘Walking the swede’.... Continue Reading →

The Tiniest Book Club

  My most recent time away made me think. A lot. About life, the universe, how I spoke to that shop assistant back in 2003 and if I should track them down to apologise...but also about community. For more on why, read here. I knew I wanted to retain some of that when I came... Continue Reading →

Learning, growing, sleeping. A New Zealand retreat.

I’ve been away for nearly two months, and I’m straight back into a new role at work when I get back. I want to give this my all, spend time with my neglected family and all my important people, and keep my momentum with newly forming long term goals. I’ll be focusing on my health... Continue Reading →

Reinventing The ‘F’ Word

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman I believe in signs. I saw this advertised, had it recommended then nearly walked into the stand it was in my current local bookshop. So, usual clumsiness aside, I just had to get it on Kindle. As much as I love print books I tend to get them... Continue Reading →

Dreary Weekend Cosiness

Liane Moriarty, Truly Madly Guilty I read this in a day. I had nothing else to do so I just cosied up with this and a blanket and several hot drinks, and cheesy pasta, and biscuits... Ok, I have loads I could and probably should be doing, but it was raining (torrential) and windy (gale... Continue Reading →

Hettie the Highwayhound

Hettie was born with a twisted spine. She wasn’t expected to live past the age of four. She’s now 10. When she runs, her back legs have to hop, her feet pushed together giving her some stability. When she turns a corner, it is cartoonishly adorable. Imagine, if you will, a highwayman of yesteryear sitting... Continue Reading →

It’s Not Me It’s You, Mhairi McFarlane

My Mum mentioned this book to me a while ago and I ignored her. Oops. It was lodged in an essay-long Whatsapp and I didn't even look it up at the time. It was only when I was recently compiling a new to be read list that I scrolled back through to see what she'd said. This book... Continue Reading →

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