The Journal
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WELCOME HOME. MIND THE POTHOLES.
The gravy had already begun disappearing into the rice by the time I remembered I was…
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GATE-LIT LONGING
Gatwick at ten in the morning looked exactly like a place where nobody intended to stay.…
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SOMEONE ALWAYS COMES AFTER YOU.
The journey to the Philippines began, rather unexpectedly, with someone else’s toilet. More specifically, with the…
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Aberystwyth with Mama
They say time flies when you’re having fun—but when you’re traveling with your mother, time doesn’t…
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Love, Loss & Little Wins
Some seasons pass so quietly that we barely notice them leaving. Others seem to contain several…
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The Geography of a Mother’s Love
When Mama landed at Gatwick in December, she arrived with the confidence of a woman who…
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I STOPPED CALLING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE.
There was a time when I used two very clear words whenever I talked about where…
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IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, FIND YOUR PEOPLE.
The bag by the door looked impressively prepared for the end of civilisation. Water. Medication. Important…
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The Art of Being Conveniently Innocent
The rubbish bin was overflowing, and somehow neither Jan nor I had officially become responsible for…
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We’re all unfolding at our own pace.
Hello, lovely readers. It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? Life has moved in that steady,…
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IT’S OKAY TO LET GO
Autumn is Here: My Favourite Season in England There’s a certain hush that comes with autumn,…
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ACCIDENTS WE MISTAKE FOR INSTRUCTIONS
The receipt said £7.07. I was buying coffee and a sandwich, neither of which had any…
