Risking to bore you to death: St Tropez is still great and still beautiful. Whilst Big M had to go back to London to work this week, my friend E has come down from Paris to join us. It’s oestrogens galore with E, little L, me and the baby girl bump.
We’ve arrived. After two days of driving, a sleepless night in a motel and being hit by tennis ball sized hail, we have arrived in St Tropez. I am trying not to think of the newly acquired dents that adorn our car now, but to focus on one thing: relaxation. The bump has been awfully […]
I had an amusing little email exchange with Krystal recently, sending Youtube links to cheesy-chavvy St Tropez songs back and forth. If you should wonder what I’ll be up to during the next four weeks to come, be assured it’ll look nothing like this: So bad, it’s almost good.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
35 days to go until summer vacation. Not that I’d be counting. But images like the one above make me fantasize of lazy days at the beach, where the only question bugging your mind is whether to have ice cream before or after dipping into the sea. 11 degrees C on an afternoon in June […]