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.)
Continue reading “Reunited Across An Ocean Of Time.”
I had been stuck writing a synopsis for three months. THREE MONTHS. It’d taken me as long to write my synopsis for my first book as it took me to write the first half of my second book.
I spoke to my writer neighbour about writing a book synopsis when I first started to tackle it. My neighbour has written several books and lives in my lane. We often meet on the beach while walking our dogs or watching our kids surf. (I had to get that in there. My kids have only had two surfing lessons so far but as a London Mum my heart has a little party every time I say, ‘watching my kids surf!’)
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Traffic fumes and horns couldn’t be blocked out, even by the surly guard at The Resort Hotel. They drifted over him laughing, “You can’t catch me!”
I skirted the hotel restaurant, pristine chairs in place, table runners immaculate. Napkins rolled and caged in bamboo irons, aching to be set free and fluttered into laps. Their life cycle was to be gobbed on, washed and re-caged.
Continue reading “This Too Shall Pass”
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!)
Continue reading “Why Move To Vietnam With a Family?”
Emily wanted him to tell her he loved her. That would make it all OK. Make her OK. She thought love was like a coat peg on the door that you could hook your life on to. Once you had that peg you were safe from floating away and drowning in the soup of life.
Continue reading ““I Love You” Is Not A Coat Peg.”
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about what partners for home schooling parents should be doing to help during the Covid 19 pandemic.
Although it went down well with my friends – with my husband – not so much. This is definitely not going to be a parenting blog (God forbid,) but I still thought I should put it here so you can see why I needed to move across to a website for my writing!
Continue reading “The Facebook Post That Got Me In Trouble”
We left London just over two years ago to start a new life in a beautiful town on the central coast of Vietnam.
All our friends congratulated us on How Brave we were. It was only when my very close friend told me over wine that How Brave was actually a stand in for, Completely Mad- what the hell are they doing? – that I began to understand that maybe this is not normal!
But this is not a travel blog, or a why you should uproot your family and go and live in another country blog. No, this is a blog where I get to say what I think about how I’m feeling in the world right now.
Continue reading “How this writing thing started.”