When suddenly, in the still of the night…

The Kichen

BRI, WAKE UP.

It wasn’t a loud voice. But it did wake me.

It was a woman’s voice, which sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away, echoing from a dark abyss somewhere. I woke up and immediately looked to the window to check if there was anyone there (we live on the fourth floor, but after you live in a big city some habits die hard). There was no-one there. Continue reading

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The comfort food update

Creuset

Yes, I, too, realised that I mentioned the comfort food challenge nearly a week ago and haven’t had the time to actually talk about the eating that went on last weekend. So no more dilly-dallying. Let’s talk food.

But before we do, there is something to be said for presentation. I’d love to tell you comfort food is simply prepared and beautifully presented, but I’d be lying through my teeth – and I don’t that, especially not with my mouth full of boeuf bourguignon. So please, take the photos below with a grain of (sea) salt.

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London calling

One week ago today, I was flying to London on a one-day trip for a workshop. I flew to London City Airport, which is the most convenient airport in London and by far the windiest. As a nervous flyer, let me tell you this: I appreciate the convenience, but I become a ball of nerves for the entire hour and twenty minutes that it takes to fly there. Continue reading

The big short

Hair, there and everywhere

Hair, there and everywhere

My hair came back from Barbados with a serious case of identity crisis; it simply refused to believe it was no longer in Barbados.

I can’t blame it. My name was on the plane ticket and even I can’t believe I’m no longer there.

Since I hadn’t cut my hair in nearly six months, two weeks of sun, heat and swimming in the sea amounted to about two years of damage. So about a week ago, I decided it was time to live up to my promises to myself and cut it short. Continue reading

An open letter to Switzerland

Dear Switzerland,

It has come to my attention that sitting by the ocean is more conducive to my part-time occupation of being a writer. (Please note that there is no income associated with this part-time occupation, and hence you may not tax me, as I am sure you’d love to do.) Continue reading