Second time lucky cos WordPress or my sketchy laptop internet connection lost the first attempt... I'm diverging briefly from language and our adventures to post a yummy cake / dessert recipe... I posted this pic on my Facebook last week. It's a cake that was on sale at the Ginger Crunch Café in Helensville, New … Continue reading New Zealand Fruity Custard Shortcake
When we lived in New Zealand (it makes me sad even to write that - it feels like a past time in history, and I want NZ to be in my now… sighs… having more than one homeland is hard!). So, digressing again… when we lived in our countryside some in New Zealand I wanted … Continue reading Flashback: Birthed by the Earth
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.
It's a bit of a silly motto really.I mean, there are occasions and situations when going back makes sense, or when it's vital.When I dropped the ring my husband had given me (no - not an engagement ring.... waiting...) somewhere in the bush on a tramp, I went back. Hmmm... small chance of finding that … Continue reading "There’s no such thing as ‘let’s go back’"
I've been conducting some research on how feminine people think New Zealand women are.Have your say! Take a moment to consider these short questions and pop your answers in to a comment on this blog. Oh, and if you're enjoying my posts, click on the left to follow me!I'll post a link to the article … Continue reading How feminine are we?
The next two days were lost in a blur of jet lag and sleep. Somewhere amongst it all was a vague recognition that things were not as they should have been in the weather department. The sun was high in the sky on the first morning when I rose in our city centre hotel and threw … Continue reading Chapter 2 DIDAKOI DREAMING : Part 1