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?
It was a glorious sunny Sunday and I didn’t want to waste it so I decided to go for a walk. The Scheveningse Bosjes woods are at the top of my street and I walk there often, always in an anticlockwise direction. What is that? Why do I always walk that way round anywhere I… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #33 Trying the other side of the street