One of the habits I have picked up over the past year of being a housewife is reading a weekend paper on Saturdays and Sundays. By the time I am usually up, the paper gets delivered to the door and all I have to do is to make myself a hot cup of earl gray tea (full cream milk, mad cats mug), sit down and realise that the weekend is just about to ( Read more... )

OK, well, the worst city I have been to is Bangkok. When I found myself there, on a four day stopover between England and New Zealand, I was both disgusted and horrified. First it was the heat, second it was the smell. The smell of the sweat and the sewage was thick and overpowering from the moment I stepped my foot to the ground.

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As previously stated, technological progress scares me a little. Yet the spam filter on my letter box is doing a good job, shielding the unwanted information and burying it forever in the trash tin. Still every now and then I would receive a letter offering some lasting longer enlargement replicas, or - the best restaurant in the world.

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All my life I had wanted to go to America. All my life I had listed it in the top 10 - to visit, to see, to touch, to feel. It didn’t even matter to me which part of America, as long as it was on the coast. When I was growing up, America was something like Mars - as unavailable and undesirable to live in, but still as attractive travel-wise.

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New Zealand is a lovely spot, it is just a bit too far away from the civilised world. Every time something extraordinary happens somewhere out there - I feel left out, both physically and emotionally. I mean whoever thought of soccer Champions League taking place in Moscow must have been joking. When they say Russia is for Russians, they do not ( Read more... )