Bad days
Seems like Robert Fuldghum got it right: we do indeed follow in a way certain patterns put in place as far back as nursery school. I found myself in a funny old situation when one of my friends is banned from seeing me (OR ELSE!) by another friend of ours,
Sad Giraffe
> After dark activities include sitting on a sad giraffe's lap (although this one is broken and doesn't grant wishes I don't think), apple&passion fruit cider (also first but alas the last attempt), also a first ever romantic discussion over whether it
Round'n'round
> Well, it's the simple things (especially when rum is involved) (June, 2013, Shoreditch park full of dangerous youths including me and Klara)
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
