Meet Taco. Taco is a ‘Desert Dog’ aka mongrel, who was dumped in a box at a dog shelter, rescued by volunteers, and we adopted. Today is Taco’s ‘gotcha day’. Let me explain: I only discovered this terminology and all the surrounding, um, madness that goes along with it, after we had adopted Taco. It …
Chicken or Beef?
I’m so lucky to have spent over 2 decades in my dream job. Spreading my Hostie sparkle across the Atlantic and beyond, for 21 years to be exact! I have travelled our incredible world in style, embracing everything it has to offer. From visiting ancient Mayan ruins in Mexico, Kung Fu kicks on the Great …
The Hidden Cost of Leaving Loved Ones. Especially Those With Fur…
Meet Sox. So named because she looks like she is wearing four little brown socks. She’s the one on the left in the suitcase and is our gorgeous fur baby. Sox joined our family in August 2016 and has just turned three years old (or 28 in dog years). From the moment we picked her …
But is it all Rainbows and Unicorns?
“But that’s not reality, is it?” Being an expat you get many responses after you answer the question, “What is it like to live there?” And the one above, is pretty common, in it’s many different forms: “Oh, but you’ll come back home and it will be back to normal…” “It sounds like a dream” …
Forget the Toilet Paper, it’s newspaper for us now…
So, it goes a little something like this… We were living a busy, happy, life in the fresh, green Wiltshire countryside. Happy children, the perfect part-time job, a long-serving Army wife of a long-serving soldier of 25 years. ‘Proud’ is an understatement. We’d had our fair share of ups and downs (it’s only normal after …
The 30-Day Challenge That Wasn’t
Recently I had the depressing realisation that I do nothing everyday yet still can’t find the time to do anything… And after wallowing in my self-pity for a short time I had an Epiphany: Busy people get things done. I need to become a busy person. Enter stage left: My 30-Day Challenge! I have to …
Justify Your Existence
“I need to justify my existence.” Emma turned to me in the car as we drove to our Arabic class, her face earnest but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “When my husband comes home at night I try to tell him how busy and productive my day is. Because I know I have been really …