A case of a pissing shoe
Alfie is slowly but surely out-witting me, which is a bit worrying, but I am up for the challenge, also one can't get away with lazy reasoning with the toddler anymore, as he understands the basic concept of consequences and logic and demands the world around him to
Circle of Life
To answer the pressing question of whatever goes on in the house when you're gone, Emma Melati Wee, and I'm on my babysitting duties, there totally is some softcore gay reenactments of the Lion King and I've made a big mistake(no pun intended)
Alex, tigers & evil six year old girls
I said it and I'm gonna say it again: the charity shops and random stray furniture are the best thing that happened to England since bread&butter pudding. It was hard to say goodbye to the charity shop tigers, but I think they found a good home
1st World Problems
> No jokes I caught myself today getting seriously (!) upset, that I couldn't hear my self-help audio book in the headphones properly due to the howling wind whilst cycling down to the Dulwich park for an hour of yoga on the sun finished with a sushi indulgence lunch.
Taking Myself on a Date (um, oh dear)
> Open Day at the Nunhead Cemetery. There are swarms of overdressed goths bathing in their own sweat and melting eyeliners, herds of families with toddlers taking pictures with various trained owls, posing on the tombstones, and nothing in between. Also a music recital of elderly in sandals and a
S(wim/cream)ing in Brighton
July, 2014 Throwback to the peak of our cycling adventure times, when the ultimate challenge - cycling holiday in Lake District - was still ahead of us. Times, when this icy cold mudwater was the only sea me and Klara could dream about, long before she could even imagine few
Picnic Season Unleashed
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer." The sun is finally out and once again London going mental over
A weekend adoption
My friend Gill had been asked to temporarily take care of a house (and a dog who lives there) in Brighton for a family friend, who flew to Bermuda (it still is yet unclear whether she will ever re-emerge from the infamous triangle - but if not, I'm
Jumble Trail
Queen Mary Road-brave attempt on jumble sale, a considerable amount of toddler attacks and frostbites later I'm happy to report it was a great day regardless the odds, plus I made my first ever £6 in catering ! Managed to sold just one book (paleo diet cook book), but
Spring Treats
Friday afternoon. Two night shifts knocked down, an hour of yoga and all the props for physical and mental awakening lined up, Izzie looks dubious but I'm having hopes for at least the kenyan coffee to work. Later on, me, Emma and her friend Simon managed to whisk
Roadtrip fail
It still baffels me that Gill now posseses a legitimate driving license /albeit after six failed exams/ and this was meant to be our first official road trip, allegedly first of many to come. In a wake of her personal reinvention as an aspiring masseus, Gill found and purchased a
Moving (on?)
..although not so far away from my beloved house on Cypress Road. I live now with a life coach / theatre designer Emma Wee (yes, that IS a real surname and yes, this is the right spelling), who's one day going to make a clean sweep of all the