All posts filed under: Travelling

Home alone

Last night I shoved* the husband out the front door and sent him off to Thailand. He’ll be gone for a week of yoga, massages and detoxing. He’ll be enjoying delicious yet healthy meals, breath taking views and the calm and serenity that neither a family of four nor living in London can offer him.

I don’t want to go home

I love London. Don’t get me wrong, I really do. But sometimes, I ask myself why I ever exchanged this (see above) for the filth and grime that inevitably will expect us in the Big Smoke. Especially now, with two little girls in tow, the question Where To Live seems heavier and more prominent than […]

Packing up

Well, I’m not really packing up. Just packing. We are off to Switzerland for a week – our first family vacation since last July. And our first vacation as a family of four. We can all do with a bit of downtime. The girls have been alternatingly sick, passing their bugs between them and myself. […]

Best of St Tropez: Beach Clubs

We’ve only been back for just over two weeks, yet it feels as if our month in St Tropez is nothing but a distant memory. Between getting the last bits around the house done (remember, I used to live on a building site not too long ago), clearing out the new nursery (it’s our private […]