Stupidly happy
Today marks the two-months anniversary since we got on a one-way flight from Stansted to Biarritz to begin our new life in France. But it feels more like two years. Here’s how I celebrate it. I wake up to see rain falling in millions of tiny droplets outside my window and my mind is empty... Read More
Am I ever going to want a baby?
I’m turning 38 in ten days and I’m still not sure I want to be a mother. While living in London, it was easy to say I didn’t want to raise one in that crowded and exhausting environment. But, since moving to France, we started working on a baby. Actually, we’re not... Read More
Reflections over one month of living in France
I realise that today it’s been one month since we moved to France and, yet, I still wake up in the morning wanting to pinch myself to test that I’m not dreaming. That yes, I did find a hedgehog sleeping in the chicken coop last night, that my cat actually comes running when I call... Read More
La vie rurale – Part 1
‘Welcome to the most cosmopolitan street in France,’ says Daniella, my Brazilian neighbour, whom I had the pleasure to meet at my other neighbour’s chateau, an absolutely jaw-dropping property across the street, where Julia, a Scottish who has been living here with the family for over six years, has organised a ladies’ evening. I’m gonna... Read More
Talking about crazy
On Tuesday, 10th October, it was World Mental Health Day. I know I am a little late to the party, but it took me a while to decide whether to share my personal history with mental illness out in the open. And not because I am ashamed to talk about it, but because it’s not... Read More
The bitch inside
Everyone who knows me, would 100% testify that I am the most chilled, friendly and calm person in the world. And if you asked that question, say, five years ago, the answer would have been 100% right. As a the only child of an alcoholic and abusive father and a submissive mother, I grew up... Read More
Adventure is a serious business
It was during our third date (I had just returned from a trip to Bali and I was still buzzing with travelling high) when my husband and I talked about moving somewhere completely new together. You know, the kind of things two people who don’t know each other but really quite like each other should... Read More
Creatives anonymous
I didn’t realise when I wrote The Love Project that the book isn’t about finding love. I had been miserably single for over six years and I thought that having a man in my life would fill the gap I had inside of me since as far I could remember. I focused all my energy... Read More
Kindness to stangers
When I first met my husband, the thing I loved (and still do) most about him was his generosity. He never passes a homeless person on the street without emptying his pocket of change. He never sees someone struggling with a large bag or a buggy without offering to help. I realised I wasn’t... Read More
Resistance to change
Last Saturday, during stand up paddle boarding, I fell into the murky waters of Thames, together with my trusted iPhone 5. I’ve had this phone for over 4 years and it has survived a few drownings so far so I was confident it will come bak to life. With my friend’s Sony Experia to use... Read More