Paris

This is London

22 March 2010

I went to London on the train last week. I had to go and have my fill of the big city. I miss the food, the culture, the coffee bars, yes even the dirt on the Tube! I miss that hum, that imperceptible buzz of millions of people’s hearts beating the bass line. The city pulses.

I went to the Borough markets and had an excellent Thai curry, and popped into The Tate to see Le Baisier (my old friend from that day at the Musee Rodin!). I had a great time reconnecting with London, a new blogging friend and myself.  Read more... (153 words, 2 images, estimated 37 secs reading time)

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Dirty stories and a Bath

24 February 2010

My friend Heather, the expat Brit now living in Lapland came out with a funny revelation on her blog this morning. She confessed that Finnish supermarkets are extraordinarily well stocked – they even sell sex toys. It reminded me of a funny thing that happened on my first visit to Britain, the one in which I met my Englishman. I’d returned to the UK after our fabulous Parisian interlude and was sightseeing around the country when I landed in Bath.  Read more... (799 words, 1 image, estimated 3:12 mins reading time)

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A Girl Guide in Paris

12 February 2010

‘You are coming back…aren’t you?’  

I looked at him anxiously as he rushed to get out the door of the little hotel room. The man who would become My Englishman, looked confused.

‘Of course I am,’ he said with reassuring gusto.

And then he disappeared for an agonising forty minutes whilst I lay on the little single bed and waited. I hadn’t told him that a guy had left me before in similar circumstances and was simply never heard from again. I didn’t tell him that because, well, ….he might think I was that kind of girl. The sort that men have dark second thoughts about, turn around and flee as fast as they can!  Read more... (948 words, 1 image, estimated 3:48 mins reading time)

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Dear Diary…

1 December 2009

Dear Diary 1984

“It’s hard being a teenager. Some people tell you to grow up and others tell you to stay a child for as long as you can. Your best friend isn’t always your best friend and people you thought you could trust, well you can’t. School is hard too. Everyone’s so bitchy. They’re all so bright, and you’re so thick. People grow up so quickly around you. One day they’re laughing and joking and the next they’re all serious and mature. The public all think ‘there’s a teenager!’ like it’s a dirty word. Other people are pretty, and bright and so popular they make you sick. Sometimes you wish a guy would turn up on the horizon, but how is that possible when guys don’t even like you? I wonder if there is a happy ever after. It’s so hard being you sometimes because all the things you want to be, get mixed up and you lose track of who you are…”  Read more... (960 words, 1 image, estimated 3:50 mins reading time)

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