Because we all needed another excuse to eat more cake: it’s national cupcake week, hurray! I have posted this super easy, fool and fail proof recipe before, but given the current celebratory cake mood, here goes:
What was supposed to be the week of La Grande Rentrée turned to be the week of La Grande Maladie. I can’t count the amount of tissues, cough mixtures and strepsils we have been going through so far. And there is no end in sight. After a week of going to bed at 8pm and […]
That’s that then. I have been clinging on to the last days of summer like a koala to a leafless eucalyptus tree, but today’s rain has washed away my last meagre hopes for some sunny days. It’s been a long summer, and a good one too. So good and so eventful in fact, that I […]
That’s it then. The lorries arrived this morning (yes, there were two of them). And they took everything with them, apart from our beds, little L’s favourite teddies and her potty.
I am still here, down in France, trying to get a dubious little USB stick (how can anything that goes by the name dongle be taken seriously, let alone WORK?!) to provide me with Internet. HAHA. I have been sold the wrong thing for my Mac, having been ill informed by a shop assistant who […]
It’s done. We have sold our house! I didn’t tell a soul, mainly because I didn’t want to jinx it, but after accepting an offer a few weeks ago, we have exchanged whilst on vacation and will complete four days after our return. No, I am not panicking. (Christ, where’s Whisky when you need it?) […]
The first item I bought from Blanc Bleu was about four sizes too big – a washed-out, jeans blue and oversized jumper with white stripes around the lower third. It was so baggy it almost reached my knees. The sleeves kept on slipping over the back of my hands and right up to my fingertips. […]
The past few weeks have been oddly exhausting. Not because of what has happened; rather because of what could have happened. It’s all good news (or potentially none at all), but still, being kept in limbo for weeks, depending on a multitude of other people to make it happen (or not) has been wearing me […]
Being partly adopted, as a child I often wondered how life had turned out had my mother left me with my grandparents. Had I been the one to choose, I am sure my childhood would have turned out less wounding. Certainly, foster parents do a great job in a huge number of cases. But if […]
It’s bloody hard. There is no other way to put it, looking for an agent/publisher is one of the most painful and frustrating things I have put myself through so far. Because writing the novel has been fairly easy, I naively thought that getting it published would be too. HA!