I love truffles. While I may not know a huge amount about them and the differences that there are between all the varieties and regions, what I do know is that there’s not much in life that comes as close to perfection as shavings of black truffle over a runny egg (above).
I spend a good part of most days running around in what I can only describe as a very English sort of way (I closely identify with John Cleese’s character Basil in Fawlty Towers when I’m having one of these episodes).
Each race has its own foibles but the English, generally and me among them, sometimes seem to lack that ability to walk slowly and breathe deeply once the sun has risen.
A course in mediation seemed like a good option for me, especially since I’m living here in the east, its birthplace.
My mother always drilled me on the importance of a skincare regime from a young age. Sleeping in my makeup on was one of the biggest crimes I could commit as a teenager; almost worse than smoking round the back of the woodshed (although also not generally known to generate a glowing complexion).
She always bought me interesting products, not always from the big brands, but things she’d tried and liked. She was a huge fan of Eve Lom’s hot cloth cleanser (above) for a while and got me hooked on it too. I could eeek out a tub for years, especially when I was a student. Read More
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