This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
This weekend we went to Riga. As you do.
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…
Date: 8 October Location: Doing something I've always secretly wanted to do — auditioning for a game show. (I feel pub trivia experience, paired with lawyer brain and Sephora Luster […]