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February 14, 2019


I don’t need designer gifts, fancy food or vintage wine this Valentines. You can keep your flowers and your diamond rings. Of course, they’re pretty when they sparkle and bloom but their beauty is short lived, and you can’t take them with you when you’re gone.

Instead, give me a homemade picnic on a hill and a hike through a muddy wood. Give me a high up view that renders us stunned and silent and reminds us that we are tiny do...

November 1, 2018

It’s World Vegan Day (yes, it’s a thing!) and to mark the occasion, I thought I’d attempt to respond to some of the questions and

comments I’ve received as a vegan in the past. I know vegans get a bit of a bad reputation for talking about themselves, but in my experience the conversation generally comes from other people wanting to know about our choices and lifestyle. 

If you’ve ever wanted to know why vegans don’t eat honey, o...

October 28, 2018

I’m totally in love with second hand things. I love charity shops, antique shops, clothes swaps, jumble sales, car boots sales, even a pop up stall at the end of somebody’s drive would turn my head as I passed. I love that in London, it is acceptable to leave unwanted items outside your own home, free for people to browse and take as they pass by. When we moved house in the Summer, I got rid of a whole box of kitchen items thi...

October 4, 2018

Let’s be honest, teachers. Playground duty is the worst. The. Worst. 

Forget the luxury of going to the toilet in your fifteen minute break, you are out there for the duration, so it’s almost a good job that there’s absolutely no chance of finishing your cup of tea before it starts going cold. There isn’t a big enough playground in the world to offer respite from the barrage of questions, the mediation of squabbles, the interce...

September 23, 2018

There’s something magical about the British seaside. It does wonderful things. Restorative, medicinal, transformative things. Meandering along a promenade in those balmy Summer months (any old British promenade will do) is an exhilarating assault on the senses; a delicious concoction of roaring waves and screeching gulls and shrieks of childhood delight. And that sea air that ties your hair in knots, and feels ever so slightly...

July 23, 2018

Today is our two year wedding anniversary (hooray!) and as I reflect on the past 24 months, look through the wedding album and think about putting my wedding dress on to see if it still fits, I thought I'd share some humble words of wisdom that have helped us over the last two years, some of which was given to me from people who have been winning at marriage since long before I was even born and I'm confident they know what th...

July 15, 2018

London, 13th July 2018

People began snaking in from the adjacent streets to Portland Place from the early afternoon, to gather in front of the BBC building for 2pm - the meeting point for the anti-Trump demonstration. They came from all corners of the UK, many from around the world. There were banners from Manchester, Leeds, Cornwall, Cardiff, Bristol, Cambridgeshire and the North, South, East and West of London. Around me, the...

July 11, 2018

We Brits are nothing if we cannot queue. It’s in our blood, our DNA. It’s a milestone in our early development. We’ve watched people do it since we were knee-high, when we accompanied our parents and grandparents to the post office, or dutifully joined the back of a line at a theme park or a museum, sometimes without even knowing what we were queuing for. There is an order to things. It doesn’t necessarily mean we’re happy abo...

June 26, 2018

I found this photo of me and my dad when I was clearing out my old bedroom a few weeks ago. Everything about it should make me cringe. Namely, the rather assaulting amount of pink going on, and that kitsch Groovy Chick lunch bag that I was definitely too old to be carrying around. There are not one, but two, buns on the back of my head, a nod to some sort of kooky Princess Leia look that I was obviously tying to...

June 7, 2018

Can we all just take a minute to appreciate the majesty of Patti Smith? I saw her on Monday at the Round House in Camden, where she played a set in the line up for the Hoping for Palestine benefit concert. 

There she stood, a 71 year old woman, in an oversized charity t-shirt  with long grey hair cascading down her back, and she sang - loudly, passionately and unapologetically - about things that matter. 

And in betwee...

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