This is the book I would like to have written. ST and I have so much in common. Not everyhing of course. She is much, much cleverer than me and much more knowledgeable – and much wittier, to boot. But – we both like buses, and talking to strangers, and looking out of the window, […]Read Post ›
Stephen and I were exhausted. For the best part of the week we had been travelling without knowing where we were going, where we were going to stay, what we were going to do , or whether we would be able to afford it. Crazy, really, but it wasn’t as stressful as it might have […]Read Post ›
I have been thinking a lot about Syria recently, especially in the light of Poland refusing to accept Syrian refugees – or any others for that matter. How is that possible? where the Polish diaspora is all over the world, her refugees and displaced persons – as they were known at the time- having been […]Read Post ›
For JR Marguerite was the Diana to my Anne of Green Gables – many were the glasses of “raspberry cordial” that we shared, many potatoes peeled and eaten, many world problems discussed and solved, many evenings spent together, many days out, and in; generally, someone I relied on to be there when I needed her […]Read Post ›
I thought I would write a bit more about our Africa trip today but I stumbled upon these photos of amazing food carvings in Paris about ten years ago and thought I would regale you with them. It’s amazing what you can do with a carrot or two and a beetroot. This was seen just […]Read Post ›
Or Lucky Grapes Happy new year. Or szczęśliwego nowego roku. I am sitting in the tube at the moment and opposite me are a young couple who are having a lovely time. He is teaching her how to say happy new year in Polish. She is having difficulties but is gamely practising. I am inwardly […]Read Post ›
For MMoving home for many people is high on the list of traumatic experiences. I haven’t moved for over thirty years so cannot really remember the trauma, only the expectation of living in a better place, the excitement of something new. Having said that I realise it isn’t actually altogether true. I was on my […]Read Post ›
I thought I had already written about this picture, but today I found it in my drafts, so obviously I haven’t. Apologies to everyone who has heard this story, but here it is for posterity. Ten years ago my husband fulfilled one of his lifelong dreams and took me to Africa. I know one shouldn’t […]Read Post ›
For SI When I was eleven I went to Poland for the first time. My father took me by car and the journey took four days. It was all very exciting, though exhausting,but I thought it would be wonderful once we crossed the border. Especially after 24 hours in Prague which were the most frightening […]Read Post ›
