Vicarious cocktail hour
It’s cocktail hour, but I don’t drink, and I’m at home slaving away at my translation anyway, or I would be if I weren’t writing a blog post. Woops! Anyway, for those of… Continue reading
It’s cocktail hour, but I don’t drink, and I’m at home slaving away at my translation anyway, or I would be if I weren’t writing a blog post. Woops! Anyway, for those of… Continue reading
It’s not often that I happen to be wandering around in the garden first thing in the morning, but on this dewy day in early autumn it was fascinating to see all the… Continue reading
The taste of freedom was one to savour on my first Sunday away from the office for months over the Easter break. What was I to do with an entire selfish day to… Continue reading