Aaaages ago Carmen did a guilty reader book tag post, and I’ve been meaning to do it ever since. So here it is: my contribution to the world of guilt and books. Continue reading “The Guilty Reader Book Tag”
Last year I could barely eat. I certainly couldn’t eat anything spicy. So when Chai Naasto dropped their menu through my door one day, it felt tantalisingly cruel.
I waited. And I waited. And I waited. And eventually I was allowed to eat spicy food again, so HP and I took ourselves there last week and had a wonderful time. Continue reading “London Wanderings: Dinner At Chai Naasto, Hammersmith”
On December 4th 2017 I was finally discharged from hospital. The surgeon checked me over one last time, pronounced that I was healing “remarkably well”, and told me I was allowed to do everything I’d been missing out on for the past ten months.
“Everything?” I asked.
“Everything” he replied.
“I can even drink alcohol?”
He said I could.
So I left the consulting room, ecstatically texted my friends to tell them I was finally allowed to socialise again, walked out the front door of the hospital, got on a bus… and immediately went to the wine shop. Continue reading “Château Talbot Saint-Julien 2003”
“I’ll just read a chapter or two before I go to sleep” – every bookworm who’s ever missed their bedtime and woken up grumpy the next morning.
Also me, just before I started reading this book. And then finished it an hour or so later. And then woke up tired the next day.
Seriously, bookworms. Will we never learn? Continue reading “The Girl Before by JP Delaney”
How do people end up on my blog? Not many of them do. Most of my readers are me, looking back through what I’ve written to berate myself about how stupid it sounds a few days later.
But some people read it. And some of them got here through some pretty odd keyword searches… Continue reading “The Ridiculous Search Terms That Bring People Here”
Over the past few days I’ve found myself missing busking.
I never really expected to miss it, because when you’re trying to make rent on a London flat by busking in the snow in February it loses most of its glamour and excitement. But it can be a lot of fun, and although you’re unlikely to make all your necessary money that way, it can provide a little bit of extra income. Continue reading “Tips For Solo Female Buskers”
At the end of last year, when I was finally allowed to go outside again and able to walk more than about seven paces without collapsing in a pathetic heap, I started a Sunday tradition of going for a walk along the river. Gradually this seems to have evolved into spending Sundays wandering around various bits of London, before coming home for a warm bath and a hot chocolate.
At the beginning of this year, I looked through all the places I’d been bookmarking since I moved back to London four years ago, and decided to actually go to them. Most of these are either restaurants or wine bars, and almost all have been recommended either in wine magazines or by wine aficionados (which I almost shortened to ‘winos’, but nope. Different thing.) I booked myself in for one per week initially, but after the first trip I realised that (a) it would be exhausting to go out that often and (b) my budget would be completely blown after the first one each month. So I think my self-dates will have to be once a fortnight at most. Continue reading “London Wanderings: Dinner At Andrew Edmunds, Soho”