Singapore Gripped
Winterthur
Have a butcher’s at this…
This post is apropos of nothing more than my spotting something this morning that I think is too cool not to share. In my local town, Winterthur, this cunning window display. A French boucherie? Mais non, regard-toi de plus prés… it’s a wool shop on Metzgasse or ‘Butcher Street’. Such a funky nod to this shop’s historic roots. J’adore… even if I am veggie! Continue reading
Open wide and say, er..?
Is it bad that in my third week of a Masters degree in Professional Writing I’m fantasizing about becoming a dental hygienist? I went to visit a dental hygienist today, which may have something to do with it. I took both kids along, but that’s a whole other blog entry. Needless to say, you can’t … Continue reading
The pain in Spain
For a lesser Gluckspilz than myself, my latest holiday “experience” might be proof that I am a travel companion to be avoided on account of my dismal luck in foreign climes. I’ve previously detailed my airport ordeal, while departing from Chad, where I got stuck for four days and then covered in insects. My latest … Continue reading
Catnapped
So my fresh hell is the cat, who has taken to climbing up the house and crying outside my bedroom window in the early hours of the morning to come in. My nightlife is a wheel of fire, my rest consumed by the flames. It started with firstborn Curly Girlie, actually a pretty good sleeper … Continue reading
Moonlighting
Dec 12: Very flattered that m’lovely colleagues over at Newly Swissed are taking some guest posts from my good self. Here’s the latest – Boring Becomes Beautiful, a peek at the Becher exhibition at the Fotomuseum in Winti.
Angry bird
Sometimes, the stars align and I am able to go for a run. Today was one of those blessed days: husband available to umpire the children (check); no-one beset by illness (check); calendar empty of birthdays / weddings / christenings / bar mitzvahs (check); Mummy awake, willing and adequately fed (check). So off I set, … Continue reading
Too stressed to dress
Nov 17: I should be packing for a weekend in London, but I’ve got the suitcase equivalent of writer’s block. I know what to wear for a play date, or a mountain hike, or even date night. But in That London I’ve got a kind-of job interview with excruciatingly-cool urban media people who may notice … Continue reading
Moaning Bitch Club
I’m a member of the Moaning Bitch Club. This is the second time I’ve started a blog with an admission recently… I do love a good grumble – better out than in, and all that. But what I mean is, I’ve discovered an actual Moaning Bitch Club chez MammyWoo, who kindly accepted one of my … Continue reading
Imperfect Tense
I’m not perfect. There, I’ve said it. The thing is, even as I write that, a tiny voice in the back of my brain mutters “well, you should work harder at it then”. Oh, the voices, the voices. If I’m honest, I do feel, deep down in the boots of my psyche, in the bit … Continue reading
Das Bully
It was a kind and intelligent French friend who once informed me, so I have no reason to doubt her sincerity, that there is no word in the French language for “bully”. I think I was so stunned by this revelation that I failed to absorb the rest of our conversation: presumably, I asked if … Continue reading
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