At 4.45am the alarm went off and I was out the door by 5.15am, to make the very first Circle Line tube of the day from Kings Cross at 5.31am to make the 6am National Express bus from Liverpool St to make the 8.30am flight from London Stansted to Budapest. All going well.
It’s been tumultuous, welcoming but life-expectancy-shortening week. A brief rundown is below. No doubt more details will arise in subsequent entries.
Sunshine, sunburn and skinny dipping — it was the polo weekend!
Dear Santa, define “good”.
The smell of burned toast and wet food scraps in the sink always reminds me of my time living in Canada.
Of Christmas spirit(s). Oh what fun…
When you just really want to get creative with your drinking.
Sober September backfires. Hello N-overindulgence-ember.
Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnn. Manatary splashes in.
Date: 7 October Location: Supercharger, a whole foods cafe, the slick new Melbourne Emporium. Hoping seaweed, silken tofu and tahini will atone for my sins. Less stretching this week. More […]
An unsettlingly big place 