The Face of Peace by Pablo Picasso I am a sucker for facials. My little addiction started when I was a student. On a quest to add a little more glow to my lacklustre complexion, I’d scrape together my money to see a beautician every six weeks or so. Even if that meant spaghetti […]
Amazing how with two little children, you easily become a couch potato, skimming through a copy of Time Out with your feet on the coffee table, not really giving a toss what the world around you has on offer. It’s a rather sad state of affairs, given that we are living in London, Metropolis and […]
Located on a quiet square just off Kensington Church Street, the Baby Spa by Laura Sevenus is tucked away neatly from the hustle and bustle of Central London. On my daily coffee run, I walked past it a couple of times before I eventually went in to figure out what’s it all about.
My mother used to tell me never to accept sweets from strangers. I am sure she wasn’t talking about Chantal Coady, founder of Rococo Chocolates,when she said strangers. And for sure she didn’t mean any of Chantal’s divine concoctions, when she said sweets.
We found out on Tuesday that placenta previa is no longer the case, i.e. baby girl is allowed to cook a little longer than the initially assumed 37 weeks. In fact, we have got a date for her birth, which feels reassuring and weird at the same time. Baby Pea will be born at just […]
I am not a great fan of watching other people doing sports, in fact, I think watching sports in front of a television is the most boring thing on earth. Surprisingly though, I have been completely sucked into the Olympic spirit; and the positive vibe that had captivated the city held me in its grip […]
Now. How am I going to break the news to Big M that I won’t go back unless the weather changes?
Remember that I said I wanted to take it slow? Well, to tell it in twitter speak: #massivefail. I am not complaining, no, it’s all good. Life is happening at a fast pace and I am filling my plate with a soup ladle. Quite suddenly and a bit unexpected, I found myself having a bout […]
Eat your lardy heart out, Mr Atkins, but there is no way you will ever see me on a no-bread-diet. A while ago, when my innocent ears first got wind of the idea of cutting out any kind of bread, my first instinctive reaction was to dig my teeth deep into a pretzel – an […]
As soon as you step through the revolving doors and into the foyer, the constant buzzing noise of the city fades into the background. Accompanied by the gentle clicking and clacking of your shoes’ soles you make your way down the hallway. When the elevator doors silently zoom shut behind you, every last bit of […]