So here I am in New York. I have turned up, expecting gale force winds and driving snow, with my giant Max Mara overcoat (which is much too thick for the blustery spring weather that’s been in residence since my arrival, despite the thick snow just days before) that screams Upper East Side more loudly than I thought possible.
There is a downside to this look: you look completely uncool in SoHo, even if you are wearing ripped jeans underneath (I’m not by the way). Read More
I used to rather disparagingly refer to Turf City in my Sean Connery voice as “Turf Sh*tty” – it was a bit run down pre-makeover – but it now seems to be a place I find myself in about one a week.
One of the main reasons for this bout of enthusiasm is the restaurant MAD or, as every Singaporean I know seems to call it, ‘Dick Lee’s place’. Read More
English Mother’s Day is this Sunday, 10th March. I celebrate this one, despite the fact that I’m living here in Singapore where Mother’s Day happens in May.
There are a few reasons why I do, two of the best ones are that my mother is English as well as the fact that if I want to get taken out on Mothering Sunday in Singapore, my last minute husband (who hates advance booking) still stands an extremely good chance of getting a table in a restaurant I actually want to eat in if we go with the vastly unpopular English date. Read More
I like the idea of posting off a beautifully wrapped parcel to my godchildren containing something exotic and vaguely useful that they couldn’t buy at home (for most of them, that’s England, with one in New York).
I dashed here today for a quick stock up on presents for the small people I’ll be seeing on my trip away next week. ‘Batik Uncle’ is hidden away near the staircase on the rather dusty top level of the Holland Village Shopping Centre and he is a treasure.
My favourite breakfast – it comes a close second to a bowl of fish ball mee from Ghim Moh market – is a slice of seeded brown bread, slightly burnt around the edges (usually by mistake but I’ve got used to it and now quite like it), spread with a nice generous layer of butter and some homemade marmalade (not homemade by me, but by someone with a patient and domestic disposition). Read More
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