Beauty Spotting: Fake Tan

I love a good tan. Sadly my body doesn’t agree with me. It never has. Nowhere did I feel this more acutely than during my all-girls school years. While friends would return from a summer in St Tropez with midriffs bronzed to perfection, I’d be slapping on the aloe vera after fish and chips on the English seaside. Photo by EEPaul I’d spend days…
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12 Things I Wish I’d Done Before the Move

When it comes to the little things in life I am the world’s worst procrastinator. Pret salad or Itsu rice pot? Curly hair or straight? Toast or porridge? Middle class problems reach a whole new level. As for the more important decisions, I’m like Trump on quickfire. Move to Angola? Sure. India next week? Already packed. Quit job to volunteer in…
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So You’re an Expat? Just Don’t Tell the Folks

I’ve always told my parents (almost) everything. Throughout my formative years my folks parenting style focused on honesty, so as a teenager while my friends were secretly faking IDs, sneaking into parties and hiding bad school reports, I laid it all on the table. In fact, throughout my teens my father was my free minicab driver and my mum a clothes bank cum pub landlady.Photo by Foundry (Pixabay) In…
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You Can Call Me B*tch

B*tch, nerd, ice maiden, narcissist. I’ve been called all of the above and take no offence (well, little). I concede that they are all true, at least in part. Another description leaves a sour taste in my mouth however: ‘trailing spouse’. Google the term and you’ll get ‘trailing spouse depression, trailing spouse issues, trailing spouse unemployment, trailing spouse divorce, unhappy trailing spouse…’ But…
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Moving with kids, is it worth it?

Moving countries is simple. Moving countries with kids is complicated. In my twenties I would happily hop, skip and jump to any new country. New place, new people, new fun. I swore never to be one of those party pooper mums who used kids as a scapegoat for their own laziness or travel paranoia. ‘Well Flossie has just settled into nursery so…
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Parlez-vous Expat?

An open outlook, a can do attitude and a weird accent. The telltale signs of a seasoned expat. Here in my hometown I’ve been asked more often where I am from than in any other place I’ve lived. ‘You sound a bit foreign’ is the typical refrain. ‘I can’t quite get your accent…’ and even worse ‘Are you from the South?’ (I’M FROM YORKSHIRE). Afternoon…
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For My Future Best Friends

I asked a best friend if I should start a blog and she wholeheartedly encouraged me. ‘Yes!’ she boomed, ‘… but please, just keep it from the heart’. The best bloggers were, she said, written by ‘best friends you’d never met’. I’ve spent over thirty years in over thirty places and now I want to reconnect with all the fabulous people from my travels,…
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