Bob’s my uncle

I grew up in a household that had guests from around the world come in and come out. My parents worked as consultants to the German Government’s development projects in India. So when we had their colleagues come in, my frantic mum who was always elbow deep in making the house look welcoming would set…

Life Lessons from Doctor Who

The interwebs exploded with Doctor Who posts all weekend. I had to stay away from the web because, well, spoilers (see how I set myself up for these wholines?). Tinkerbell and I were so excited, we barely slept and then hosted a Who party where we watched the Doctor Who biopic – An Adventure in…

Just the weigh you are

Apparently a woman is only truly comfortable with her body in her 30s. So this must mean I’m in the love-hate stage of my relationship with the way I look, the way my body is in the early part of my late 20s (See how I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not that old?)….

Fibonacci Frenzy

I was thinking about how bizarre my family must look to “outsiders”. For one, I call my dad “Father” and he calls me “Daughter”. People¬†assume we share a very formal relationship. The truth could be nothing but the opposite. We have quirks that are absurd. If we want to sit down to a family movie,…

The Neon Diary

Its hard to pin down a memory when there is so much of nothing to do that you just don’t have time. You know what I mean? And sure, I did say I’d write a memory a day but sometimes I just stare at the moleskine diary and wish it would fill itself up. Or…