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Yesterday I was summoned to John’s house (about an hour from here) to have my hand filmed. A three-year-old boy had already been filmed playing with a toy van, but now a specific closeup was needed – and grownup sisters with small hands are much easier to direct than toddlers.
While I waited for John to [...]

Market day – part 2

The next stop was finally Otavalo – the only place I had actually counted on seeing. Though the itinerary had said that it was not market day, the square was crammed full of stalls, with brightly-coloured fabrics, scarves, hammocks, jewelry, toys and rugs for sale. Apparently if it had been market day, there would have [...]

Market day – part 1

So … it really is about time I told you all about our penultimate day in Ecuador. This is the story of the day after we made the mistake of thinking a taxi driver would know where he was going.
After all our early starts on the boat, there was no chance of a lie-in in [...]

Little Miss Oblivious

I’m afraid he’s already taken, ladies.

The dark side of the internet

I resisted getting an account on Myspace for a very long time, mainly as a moral stand against the horrific web design that people inflict upon me when I go there. I’m also not in great need of networking to get my music heard by the masses, because I have no music. Sure, I make [...]

Lunch

On Saturday I had lunch with Lauren in Tunbridge Wells, excuse me, Royal Tunbridge Wells. Back in the mists of time we were the original Ladies Who Lunch before Suzy joined us for restaurant visits and, finally, Helen. By then, our leisurely lunches had evolved into a culinary world tour through various restaurants, or picnics [...]

We Europeans take very long lunches

“Carluccio’s, Tunbridge Wells, how can I help?”
“A friend and I are coming in for lunch on Saturday. Do we need to book a table?”
“Depends what time. We can only take bookings for after 6pm”