Strange, in the third week of December, to be sat round a pool in the blazing heat, concerned about burning rather than work and Christmas presents. Work can manage without me (I have to accept). My blackberry is switched off and safely locked in the room safe. And the presents will take care of themselves…
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Business and Pleasure Abroad
This is my second consecutive week abroad, with a brief interlude at home in between. In both cases I have been staying in posh hotels in warm sub-tropical climates. Last week was India, this week is Tenerife. But that is where the similarity ends. India was mainly business, Tenerife is entirely pleasure. Don’t get me…
My Very Own Monster
My monster is ugly, my monster is red, My monster is hungry and needs to be fed.
Order and Chaos in Dubai and Delhi
This is my third trip to India, and the place no longer makes the same impact on me as before. I vividly remember the impression Delhi made on my first visit – the shock of the noise, car chaos and endless number of people. Even on my second trip, the traffic experience as we drove…
Dear Sue,
France, 11th August 2011 Dear Sue, I am sat here in the sun, on holiday, soaking up the rays of the sun and the heat. Just as you loved to, armed with a suitable cold alcoholic drink. You would have been on the beach in Jamaica or Barbados rather than in deepest France.
My inner tubes
I am increasingly trying to travel light through life. Each week as I pack for my 2-3 days working away I try to be more minimalist. One day I wont need a suitcase at all. I am increasingly becoming a throw-outer rather than a hoarder. Maybe this is because the further we travel through the…
Leaving and losing
Our children leave home messily. That’s not to say they leave a mess – my son has just driven off leaving a perfectly tidy and very empty bedroom, plus a couple of old computers to take to the tip.
Trumps and Triumphs
We played a family game of cards last night – five of us. Some of my best family memories are of playing cards. As children we memorably played “solo whist” with Great Aunt Bertha and Great Uncle Alf and our grandparents and assorted distant cousins in a little wooden bungalow near the sea in Cumberland.
School Prospectus
For some reason I woke up thinking about school, and what I would change, and decided to write down some semi-radical thoughts. Do you agree with some of them?
The Garden
Crying in the garden where the rain washes down my face capturing the tears lest anyone sees.
Unwrapping The World 