Five Ways To Eat Out In London

When I was a little girl my mother was always very particular about table manners. She would often despair at my father and I who, solely to get a reaction, would sit back after every family meal banging our bulging stomachs and declare, “I’m completely stuffed!” We always provoked the same retort. Mum’s face would…

Five Things I’ve Learned On My London Commute

For die-hard readers of this blog who will expect tales of far away lands, I’m afraid this will be disappointing. Having snared you in with stories of Moscow and Mongolian ponies, this is nine-to-five monotony. It’s daily routine. After gallivanting through Central Asia I had to get a job. I’ve once again thrown myself headlong…