Channelling my Inner Tigger

My husband’s nickname for me isn’t ‘Piglet’ for no reason. It doesn’t actually relate to my greediness around sweet treats (see post about that here), but to my tendency to worry. In many situations I’m full of confidence; over the years I’ve independently and fiercely travelled to new countries and handled increasingly demanding new jobs […]

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Playing in The Sandpit

Burj Al Arab National Day

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to live abroad  – to arrive at some exotic far-flung border, deeply breathing in the sumptuous ‘newness’ of all the unfamiliar sights, sounds, smells, and surroundings; to feel edgy and daring, a stranger in a strange land, as novel to me as I am to it. I’ve travelled extensively but always via […]

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