Of course! Other bubbles meeting my bubble!...It's fun. It's engaging. It's rewarding to connect more, to widen the circle, to include new and more and different.
Pre-isolation treats are just a distant dream. But that’s not yo say there aren’t treats to be had...
For the past year I've been training to become a Voice Over artist / actor. It's taken too long... I won't list my reasons. Safe to say life is very full and I don't prioritise my own desires and ambitions enough, among other excuses! A couple of days ago I tuned into an online live … Continue reading Fragile arrogance
I am SO impatient with impatience. I mean, just because we CAN have it now, should we? Just because the marketers say "Hey - buy from us and you can have it YESTERDAY" - is that the best choice for me?
So asked someone of me recently, and I was honestly confused, for a moment or two. I live here. I am here. My little immediate family unit is here. For me, that’s home. Isn't it? For lots of people, when they’re somewhere that isn’t where they were born, they simply aren’t home. Leaving home For … Continue reading Will you be going home?
Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear
So I started researching this article by Googling things like ‘Filthy look, French’. That delivered lots of translations and suggestions for how to say ‘filthy look’ in French. I tried, ‘French, France, dirty look’ and got articles expressing an opinion that the French are none too clean (hmmm, our own showering rate has definitely declined … Continue reading The Look: how the French make you squirm
It’s not that her London life is destroying her, but it’s not inspiring her, either. And the fact is, Naomi’s in love - with New Zealand.
I could have written this a few weeks ago. But now it’s really true. They speak French. The children. Not utterly fluently, but they speak. And... “You don’t pronounce it like THAT mummy!” I hear, several times a day. I’ve even started toasked them for vocabulary. Our youngest’s handwriting has gone from this: To this: … Continue reading They Speak French!
What the heck is Kermesse