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 […]
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 the smell of the new house. It smells English.
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 been selflessly testing every nail salon within walking distance. Of course, it was only a question of days before the next chipped nail would force me into uncovering a […]
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.