Every now and again, I get the urge to reflect on my eating habits. The hard work I put into unlearning unhealthy habits and developing healthier routines is something I look back to with pride – but guilt and self-reproach immediately follow, uninvited: after all these years, the balance and discipline I achieved still feel like not enough. It’s all pointless crap, negative self-talk, but it…
Today’s word is wanderlust: “a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world“, as the definition goes. I’ve been feeling a bit gloomy in the past few weeks, and I’ve come to think wanderlust may be the reason. Maybe it’s because my friends are all on holiday, or just about to leave, while my next trip’s not until December. Or maybe I’m more conscious than ever that moving…
When I was a kid, risotto was one of the most time-consuming dishes I could think of. I have many memories of watching rice boil in the pan for what felt like hours, pestering my mother with an incessant stream of “mum, is it ready yet?”; the universal key to annoying a weary parent, triggering the universal repertory of icy stares and brisk orders to get the hell out of the kitchen. Minutes…
After several months of anticipation and virtually 35 years away from the stage, Kate Bush performs at London’s Eventim Apollo this evening. If you didn’t manage to get tickets, we are here to fill you in with as much information as possible
“She’s already played Hounds of Love and Running Up That Hill”.
Salt. Wound. Enough said.
Then I remembered that Kate Bush’s first tour since 1979 starts tonight, and I don’t have tickets. By which I mean “no tickets for none of 22 dates”, and yes, it’s really a twenty-two you read there.
Don’t make me read your mind,
you should know me better than that.
Fleur finally found a place where my kids can’t reach her. Smart kitty.
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