Give! Me! Bread!
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…
Read articleThe smell of the English
I have been asked how living at the new place was and how I liked the house. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is…
Read articleBeauty on a budget: the Chelsea edition
If you smell a bit of an oxymoron here, hold on tight to your big rollers and smell again. In the past few weeks, I have…
Read articleInner city child
There’s something about growing up in London – the party never seems to stop. There’s always something new to learn, always something exciting to do.
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