I have a question. It has spent the last week slowly building up steam in my head. It is not a very important question, but it is a question I have nonetheless.
Before we arrived home from our eighteen months spent traveling, volunteering and just generally having a whale of a time overseas, I was super enthused about turning our backyard into a mammoth vegie garden upon our return.
I am not really a celebrating-Valentine’s-Day-with-roses-and-all-things-pink kind of person. I am not, in fact, a celebrating-Valentine’s-Day-at-all kind of person.
If you buy the right calendar, it would seem every noun has its day. Yesterday’s celebrated noun? Nutella. Yes, the fifth of February is (apparently and for what reason I have not a clue) World Nutella Day. Fans of chocolate smooshed with hazelnut unite!
Welcome to India! It is dirty, loud and overwhelming. But you’ll get used to it.
And so to shamelessly relive my memories (before I can scrounge enough for a plane fare once more), in the form of doing something useful, I decided to create a series of travel guides. A series of travel guides for the person who doesn’t like being told EXACTLY what’s what.
Birthdays right? They come every year. They come on the same date every year. And every year, your age becomes that little bit more alarming (or is that just me?)
I have a recipe that will change your life. Well, it will change your life as much as home-made bread can. Home-made flatbread that is.
Last week I was all set to clamber upon the roof and make my announcement, ‘Summer! It’s here! Guys, it’s finally here!’.
So it’s New Year’s Day and you want to go out for coffee. Perhaps some breakfast. Well have no fear, I am here to tell you all you need to know about correct cafe etiquette for the day after the biggest night of the year (even if you didn’t think you needed or wanted to know).