There's something to be said for sitting on rattan chairs and looking up at a tie-dyed sky. The same inky blue I saw in a dress earlier, the one I added to basket but never bought.
Last month, nobody could stop talking about the Finnish concept of Kalsarikännit, “the feeling when you are going to get drunk home alone in your underwear – with no intention of going out.” It summed up lockdown perfectly, all the while showcasing the beauty of the Finnish language and making Friday evenings getting peacefully sozzled… Continue reading 6 interesting foreign phrases to describe your lockdown life
Thoughts of lemon groves and clifftop towns Come flooding in like siren calls Music to my ears, anguish to my mother's The word interrailing instils a jolt of excitement A pang of yearning It shocks me on this tube And I sizzle under it's electrical wave Sicilian lemons and towns perched atop cliffs Inked a… Continue reading A nod to travel
I thought of that cup The one I bought from Ikea, all greenly gold and new The one I drank my morning brew in The one that saw coffee swish within its China skeleton Like a dinghy at water park. My lips fat and swallowing, teeth chinking against the sides It took us months to… Continue reading Reminiscing
People rush to shove their bags overhead Like a herd of wildebeest and you're mufasa. They prance and prowl about in this tiny aisle, knocking you sideways. Before reaching far-flung corners of the world, They'll fling their luggage tags at you, Run over your big toe And elbow you in the cheek, arm or collar… Continue reading Planes, trains and automobiles
We cosied up to eachother in European buses and craft beer bars. We took snow-freckled paths around the city, and the rain spat its lovely juices at us in Barcelona - wet and wintery, I hoped it would never end. Then we sidled up to one another within the chalk-coloured walls of a boutique b&b.… Continue reading A winter weekend last year
We plodded down south in his red little car, the sun spewing its rays onto the chipped windscreen and me with my knees bent, resting against the dashboard, inches from my eye sockets. Rolling into New Orleans listening to a mind-bogglingly awful podcast about American diabetes, we took shelter in somebody's shed at the bottom… Continue reading New Orleans