Blue Sunday?

Blue Sunday?

I’ve always suffered from Sunday Blues. Even as a child, I remember feeling this little nugget of anxiety on Sundays, coupled with a demented compulsion to try and enjoy myself, to make the last moments of the weekend count. (As anyone who’s ever felt anxious will...
Driving in snow

Driving in snow

I have something of a love–hate relationship with driving in Bulgaria. Love it because no one gives a fig for the rules, you can (outside of Sofia) park pretty much wherever you like, and you can reverse back up the motorway if you miss your exit (not that I’ve...
Grabbing 2019 by the balls

Grabbing 2019 by the balls

Yup, we built a bad-ass snowman.   Be afraid. Be very afraid.   Altogether now, exhale. That’s another Christmas and New Year done. We’ve emerged from our self-imposed, prosecco-fuelled hibernation, and are relieved – actually relieved – to have some form of...
179. Fondue for Christmas

179. Fondue for Christmas

You know what’s great about Christmas? All the lists. Sure, the mince pies, days off work, and presents are all very nice, but on top of all that jolly stuff, I get to write lots and lots of lists. (Does list-writing count as an actual hobby? I’m claiming it as one.)...
178. Sightseeing in December

178. Sightseeing in December

I really enjoy winter in Bulgaria. It’s cold and crisp. I get to wear woolly hats every day. It rarely rains. And, best of all, everywhere seems so quiet. We’ve had family staying for the past week, so, in between some epic Trivial Pursuit battles and eating mince...
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