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 →

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 →

The Play Date and the Driveway

I’m a pet sitter. That's not my full time job, but it's an amazing part time pastime which allows me to see different parts of the world and meet new people. I’m pet sitting at the moment in an extremely picturesque part (are there actually any other parts?) of rural New Zealand. I have been welcomed... Continue Reading →

‘Let’s Call It The Grasshopper’

I'm on a pet sit in New Zealand at the moment. It's in a pretty secluded spot so I'm training myself to enjoy the downtime, and finding things to do. On Mondays there's a yoga class in the local community hall. I decided it'd be a good excuse to get out of the house and... Continue Reading →

Settling in to rural life…

Imagine someone who jumps at the slightest thing. Who absolutely cannot watch horror films, and sometimes even has to hide at the more tense bits of Midsummer Murders. Ok, ok, and some adverts. Now put that person in the middle of nowhere, on their own, in the gathering darkness. And then throw in a power cut... Continue Reading →

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