of generations

This story is about the time my grandparents came to stay, but my favourite stories are the ones their hands tell. ” Do you have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis… Continue reading →

of sheer madness

It’s Monday, I missed my mum something fierce this weekend, and it’s time for another totally self-indulgent whine, because I’m mad. Let me break it down for you. I’m mad that I’m the… Continue reading →

of FOAM

If you are lucky enough to live in Amsterdam or its environs, carve out an afternoon soon (before May 30!) to take in this fantastic New York Times Magazine exhibition at the FOAM photography museum –… Continue reading →

of the furtive nap

There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a… Continue reading →

of the day after

I wake up, zombie-walk into the kitchen, and stare out at that shiny warm stuff we haven’t seen since 2011. Sunlight, is it really you? A little sustenance to pull us into the… Continue reading →

of Queen’s Day – it’s party time!

Happy Queen’s Day! For a full 24 hours each April 30, the country explodes in a burst of orange merriment, free concerts and flea markets to celebrate the Queen’s birthday. It’s madness. If… Continue reading →

of Liverpool, or four hard days’ nights

Liverpool. City of big hair, orange tans, thick Scouse accents. City of my sweet friend Maia, who has none of those things. We spent a four-day weekend alternately braving the city and retreating… Continue reading →

of Stockholm and unsensible shoes

It’s time for another mid-week vacation. Buckle up, ladies and gents! Last time I spun you a story of our escape to Copenhagen. As rip-roaring a time as it was, we weren’t nearly… Continue reading →

of Copenhagen, or a vacation-vibe refresher

It’s that time of year. The last of the Christmas holiday vibes have faded, you’re thoroughly entrenched again in work, and you flip through the pages of your weekly agenda wondering sadly, Is… Continue reading →