I’ve just arrived in Blighty for the Christmas hols. The last week or so was a blur of packing, provisions and purchases.
The Provisions Bit: We are good friends with our immediate neighbours who are in possession of a strange thing called a dehydrator. It’s basically a sort of giant heater (rather like a hairdryer) that dries out almost any type of fruit that you put inside it to a crisp crunch.
It looks like this:
I love burning scented candles. I love their flickering light; their smell. I use them when I bathe, I have one by my bed and my biggest luxury of all – I like one burning when I’m writing.
The thing is, they are usually so darned expensive out here in Singapore that I find myself saving them up – and invariably only lighting them now and again which is the worst, most inefficient way to do it. Well, now no more.
I love this little café; this independent that bravely stands its ground, surrounded by an ever increasing sea of shiny, glass high-rises and coffee shop chains. I also love the building but – perhaps most importantly of all – I love the food.
I am not very green fingered now that I live in Singapore. I loved getting covered in mud back in England, but the earth in our sunbaked and very small garden here is rock hard and seems to be predominately clay. So imagine my surprise when I saw this yesterday (below) dangling from a non-productive passionflower creeper that was the solution, four or so years ago, for an ugly dividing wall. Read More
This week has passed in a blur of food and fashion. Not that I am complaining. It is, sadly though, worth noting that if you eat to much food, the fashion bit doesn’t work all that well (Spanx, here we come).
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