A summer Christmas

As snow brings UK to a halt, filling my Facebook feed with pictures of views from office windows and posts about cancelled flights, we’re inching past the 30 degrees Celsius mark, worrying about our cheap satnav overheating on the car windscreen and debating whether it’s wise to cook chicken on the barbecue. At baby’s playgroup … More A summer Christmas

Surprise in a box

Australian customs are notoriously strict in what they allow into their country, in order to keep their unique and delicately balanced ecosystem from being contaminated by foreign chuff. And I can understand why – whenever I see kangaroos sprinting in the local park or tropical coloured birds in the back garden, or find botanic gardens in every town … More Surprise in a box

The Truman Show 2

Our first working day since we moved to Australia began with DD combating the worst bedhead in living memory and a 7am delivery of groceries piled four crates high. Now, with baby dead to the world after his local playgroup debut, I’m sitting in our bungalow staring at the autumn leaves outside, ignoring the uneasy … More The Truman Show 2

Countdown begins

In the end, it was kitchen towels that hit home to me that we were really leaving Beijing. I’d parked the pram in front of the shampoos, given baby a packet of tofu to play with, tottered over to the back corner of the shop and reached for our usual jumbo pack of four rolls … More Countdown begins

A little poem to Beijing, as we’re leaving soon-ish

Three and a half years ago when we first arrived, I hated the change and drowned in self-pity, But now that we’re leaving, my mind keeps turning To all that I’ll remember about this funny old city:   Spitting men and honking cars, The smell of burning coal baked into my hair, Taxi fare scams and … More A little poem to Beijing, as we’re leaving soon-ish