From my parents’ front window I watched my Scottish ‘uncle’ pull up at the front of the house and catapult himself out of his car. Cantering over the doorstep, he was already telling his first story, as his wife (who was ten years his junior) ran behind him trying to keep up.
My Fijian ‘aunties’ and ‘uncles’ followed. The aunties were weighed down with huge pots of curry, the uncles wore their bula print shirts – the colours so loud they were practically neon. Every uncle brought a spare shirt for my dad. (He still has a drawer full of them. They no longer fit.)
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The Second Lockdown in Vietnam
The second lockdown in Vietnam was a tough one. I’ve always written a diary during difficult times but since I started writing my book two and a half years ago I’ve taken to witting down all my difficult feelings. It helps me see on paper what’s going on in my head. Invariably I then read back over it, find out what is going on for me and write myself a list!
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You may well ask! Weeeellllll- it was most definitely not an overnight decision.
The first time we came here was 2012 – I remember that year because it was the year I found out I was pregnant with my second child, exactly two weeks after Hubbs had booked and paid for a round the world trip.
We’d already packed our London house and found tenants. Tickets for our trip for me, him and our one and a half year old were already tucked inside our passports in the safe. Why did we still go after finding out daughter number two was on the way? Well that’s another story, and I’m sure I’ll get around to telling it to you sometime. (And when I do I’ll add a link here!)
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