Month: July 2016

Bright Spots | Week Twenty-Nine

+ High summer, and the mercury readings to match. + Tucking into Skyfaring (Mark Vanhoenacker) – an elegantly penned tale of a career in the skies. + An idle afternoon in sun-dappled Richmond Park, the closest slice of country you’ll find in this city. We gorged on crusty sourdough dipped in pea and mint houmous, marvelled at the deer from afar and watched jets descend overhead towards the airport. A near perfect day. + Sister time: Ellie is spending some time in London this summer and spending time with her is one of my very favourite things. + Hyde Park on a Sunday, everyone summering – couples, families trailing children on scooters, tourists risking life and limb on Boris bikes, friends lazing in deck chairs, many a 99 flake. + The bakery just round the corner, which provided aforementioned crusty bread for our picnic. + One last family supper before my parents flew east, back to their adopted city of Singapore. + Exciting plans on the horizon – a sister weekend in Edinburgh, an August jaunt to Devon and a swiftly approaching visit …

Bright Spots | Week Twenty-Eight

+ Saturday morning’s bike ride: to our favourite Daisy’s cafe for eggs and the newspaper, to my grandparents’ house for tea and feline sweetness, back along the tree-lined streets of my hometown to the house I grew up in. + this book – a true beauty of a tome, with heart-stopping prose to match. + my comfy, cosy denim skirt paired with pink lipstick and Saltwaters. + working a brisk fifteen minutes walk from Foyle’s – delicious and utterly devastating for my bank balance, I predict. + an evening perusing old family photographs with my little sister – such gems I couldn’t help but include a few here (!) + our whole family being under one roof, even if just for an evening. + watching a brass band in Embankment Gardens one lunchtime this week (they played all of my favourite Sound Of Music tunes!) + getting our garden ship-shape – next weekend I’m going to plant a tin bath-tub with herbs! + hydrangea season, the chalky blues are my favourites. + the subsidised council ROOFTOP pool I …

Bright Spots | Week Twenty-Seven

      + the warm weather, blue skies, wearing Saltwaters to work, crunching through crisp dew on my daily walk through the park + Saturday afternoon at the Victoria and Albert, a cup of tea cradled as youngsters splashed in the pool + work: what an (overdue) revelation to have a job you look forward to getting up for + those light evenings and a bike ride along the Thames, to Barnes Bridge and back, in an effort to savour them + making supper together (we’re on a roasted vegetable kick) + Friday night: a work trip to the pub and then Thai food at the tiniest hole-in-the-wall in Hammersmith with my love + starting a crisp new paperback: this one, if you’re interested. It’s gorgeous. + hollyhocks and late-blooming roses and the way light is dappled by the trees in full leaf + a Sunday with Mama – a swim, the farmer’s market, a lazy afternoon watching Wimbledon + small kindnesses – the lifeguard who sneaked me into the fancy pool, a shoulder rub early one morning, …

Bright Spots | Week Twenty-Six

I haven’t felt much like writing about ordinary life since last Friday, when I was woken in the middle of the night by the radio we had left whistling, as the cheers of Brexit supporters and Farage’s self-satisfied drone interrupted my already broken dreams. For several days after, life felt anything but ordinary. And yet, as always, it continues. Identities have been abraded, the hopes of millions crushed, and yet I can’t help thinking – almost half of this country voted for this. Nobody can say what the future holds but if it is a divorce with the union, a return to isolationism, if it is Theresa May (who may look stately, given the chaos right now, but who is also vehemently anti-immigration and has in the past placed an economic value on love), then I do not see my future in this country. God knows where will take us, in that instance, but I know that I no longer wish to buy property, raise children or dedicate my life to a country and a government that …