Language Soup
So we’re back in Turkey, en route to Bali, by way of Malaysia, and my brain just turned to language soup. Like most Britons, I...
So we’re back in Turkey, en route to Bali, by way of Malaysia, and my brain just turned to language soup. Like most Britons, I...
It’s a cliché to say “My heart bleeds…” but there’s a sharp heart pain as we wheel Zac up to the ward, still teary eyed....
We awake predawn on the day of Zac’s surgery, for the trip to the regional hospital. By 8am Zac has a new piece of paper,...
Zac has mentioned to me on a couple of occasions that he thinks he has an embarrassing childhood ailment. To which I have typically responded,...
World War I is ancient history. It passed from living memory with the death of the last veteran this year. It’s not a “good” war...
Climb inside a pyramid. Hold dinosaur bones. Dive an undersea volcano. Walk on the Great Wall of China. Roll down a sand dune. Surf on...
“Bwahahaha,” I say. “Did you know the Chinese for ‘writer’ is, literally, ‘sit-at-home’?” “No,” says Zac. “NOOB! The ‘zuo’ in ‘zuo-jia’ is a different kind...
One of remarkably few downsides to travelling with my son is, well, markets. I like nothing better than wandering around local markets looking at what’s...
by Theodora · Published September 7, 2012 · Last modified February 12, 2019
Our cunning flat plans don’t go entirely, ahem, to plan – there are any number of reasons why a flat might appear as available on...
Call me an optimist, if you will, but I only remember that I have vertigo as the alarm bursts into life at 4am to wake...