The children of the dirt
I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.
I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.
A handy guide for other London neophytes.
Let loose on Amman with a dying iPhone and precious little Arabic.
Some helpful tips, from my smug and wise 2014 self, to my 2015 self.
Of Christmas spirit(s). Oh what fun…
Are you a victim of beauty-shaming?
Go on, tell your 23 year-old self how you really feel.
Date: 18 October Location: Queen Victoria Market, grocery shopping on a hangover and guiltily hangover-eating (Turkish gozeleme. No regrets.) A friend* once confessed that there are certain songs on her […]
Date: 9 October Location: the glamorous No. 48 tram. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. This is literally the only thought my mind is […]
Date: 26 September. Location: sunny Windsor, early for aerial yoga. It's Friday. In the great and lazy tradition of all things TGIF, today's post about some things that happened this […]