Shoes from…a Wet Market
There is one uncle at Ghim Moh market who has a shop in the far left hand corner of the market compound, under cover of a blue awning. Always a good place… Read More
On Your Bike
I did once promise that this wouldn’t be yet another blog about children/motherhood – and it isn’t – but this is such a bargain basement find, I simply can’t not write about… Read More
A French Guide to Style
I sometimes worry that my family are not really all that sure where I live: for my birthday this year my mother gave me a book on Paris.… Read More
Give it Some Welly Dahling
I do sometimes, very occasionally, miss living in England. It’s only fleeting…and often triggered by the most ridiculous things: not being able to drink earl grey tea in front of a roaring… Read More
Mobile Massage
When I started going to the gym properly rather than just faffing about, my muscles were often in such a state of protest, post work-out, that massage stopped being an indulgence and… Read More
Mind and Body of a 30-Something-Year Old but Hands Like a Granny
I have spent so much time slapping various lotions and potions on to my face since I hit 34 that I have quite forgotten about my hands. On track to becoming like… Read More
The Glamour of Prawning
Since having children, weekends are, amongst a few other things, all about trying to read the papers. All 5 sections of them. If this can be achieved in a day, mission accomplished;… Read More
