Some people, myself included, attribute colours to the days of the week. This is called synaesthesia. When two similarly affected people discover they share this trait you can be sure that they will agree that Mondays, are red, of course and that Wednesdays are green. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Apparently many of us also give… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #43 – But what does it really look like?
It was an exhausting weekend, more emotional than physical and, two days on, I am still reeling from the shock. Now, don’t worry, friends. Nothing horrid has happened! In fact something quite the opposite. But it was still tough. Some of you may remember back in October, on the day I broke my arm actually,… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #41 – Ouch! I sprained my comfort zone
These two films affected me deeply being born as I was in the 60s to a white middle class family. I have never ever been at the receiving end of discrimination. Not once, not ever. Not for anything.
Inspired by a line from Nabokov's memoir, Speak, Memory, I write about the highs and lows of living abroad.
When your son moves to Spain to start his first real job, what should a parent do? Send a four-leafed clover emoji?