Take one couple. Move them to the other side of the world. Have them fall on their feet and spend their first week housesitting for a dear friend in Hammersmith. It’s a week filled with the nail tugging joy of stalking flats, negotiating with real estate agents, learning what to do with an Oyster card […]
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Over five days we drove more than 2000 miles. From San Diego to Chicago- a little jaunt into Middle America. The Hungry One is currently at the gym. Considering what we ate, maybe I should go and join him. Here’s a glimpse at some of the highlights. BURGERS AT ROCKIN’ BAJA COASTAL CANTINA SAN DIEGO […]
In the past, I’ve given pears a bit of a bad rap. They’re just so…beige. They’re the understated neutral of fruits. The edible equivalent sensible shoes and Sensodyne toothpaste. Of ecru walls and flesh coloured underwear. Years ago I had to go on an elimination diet (no salicylates, no amines). All I was allowed to […]
There are many many things I love about The Hungry One. Like the fact he will wordlessly follow me around the kitchen shutting the drawers that I leave gaping open. He will lug ridiculously heavy things, like cast iron wood fired barbeque cauldrons up flights of stairs; just because he thinks I’ll like the smokey […]
There are two concurrent quests going on at our place at the moment. The first involves cleaning stuff up. Deciding to move to the other side of the world will do that. The other involves kicking. The Hungry One is in serious training mode for yet-another black stripe on the belt he wears with some […]