A bit of random nostalgia – Cheltenham

I’ve found living abroad means I can get a bit nostalgic about the UK and my life there. I’m guessing this is pretty normal for expats, but it can be really random. Both the nostalgia, and the random events that trigger it. For example, this evening I was buttering a ciabatta roll for dinner and all of a sudden I was nostalgic for the Co-op … Continue reading A bit of random nostalgia – Cheltenham

A year in people #16 – the boy with no name

(because I can’t remember it) I was 14 years old, on holiday in Tunisia. It was exotic, my second ever holiday abroad and I was allowed to take a friend. Of course, at that age, we thought we were So Grown Up. Just the age where we’d started to notice boys, we’d hang around the pool in our bikinis eyeing them up. We got chatting … Continue reading A year in people #16 – the boy with no name

A year in people #4 – Little Will

I’d been invited to a party. A joint birthday party for a big birthday at a big house in the country up in Lincolnshire. An unlimited booze, posh food, band, no-expense-spared type of party. I wasn’t drinking. I’d had a few nights out in the weeks before, I was in the middle of ultramarathon training, had stuff to do the next day and couldn’t be … Continue reading A year in people #4 – Little Will