(image by Paolo Margari on Flickr) It’s a day for an adventure. Buying the train ticket is the first challenge, at which I almost fail. ‘Biglietta?’ asks the station attendant, as he walks past me. I nod and reply in … Continue reading
“Let’s go for a walk.” Alex has popped his head around my door, bundled up in coat and hat. I’ve been sitting and staring blankly at my computer screen for hours, and therefore agree with alacrity. It’s been a long … Continue reading
(image by mcfarlandmo on Flickr) I teach a class of 5-year olds. Well, I say teach: it’s glorified babysitting. They tear around the room causing havoc while I hold up flashcards, which they sometimes deign to acknowledge. When they do … Continue reading
(image by Gilmoth on Flickr) After a long absence, the sun has come out in Salento today. It’s beautiful. I’m sitting here writing next to an open window, a light, warm breeze ruffling the curtains, and the sunlight glinting off … Continue reading
(image by ilmungo on Flickr) Friday night was almost like being back in the UK: getting drunk, staying up until 7am and eating kebabs. In a twist to the story, however, the kebabs were the first thing on the menu … Continue reading
(images by Kate Bailward) This post has been entered into the “Grow Your Own” roundup, created by Andrea’s Recipes and hosted this month by House of Annie. Everywhere you turn at the moment there are oranges and lemons. A few … Continue reading
(image by Nicoze on Flickr) I come from a rugby playing family. Family lore (i.e. my ma) tells me that my parents had a long engagement, due to my dad being unwilling/unable to get married in the rugby season. This … Continue reading
So the results are in for the Blogging from the Boot competition. It was very close-run and hard fought, but in the end I won in *four* categories – unbelievable! A big thank you to Tina and Cherrye for organising … Continue reading
(image by Kate Bailward) Dictionaries are wonderful things. I love them. My Collins English dictionary has served me very well over the years, although it’s pretty battered now. Unfortunately I don’t have it with me in Italy, as it was … Continue reading
(image by vk-red on flickr) From the ages of 11-14 I went to a girls’ boarding school near Bristol. As part of our slightly old-fashioned ladylike education, we received both needlework and cookery lessons. To counteract the girliness, we were … Continue reading
