Sunday, hold the roast

  **written prior to moving to Dublin / Manchester going back into lockdown - sorry about that.  “Please don’t cry in Chapati Cafe.” I said. “What do you mean?! I’m fine.”  “Not you, I was trying to catch myself before I sobbed into my paneer.”  This, my friends is just one of several occurrences where … Continue reading Sunday, hold the roast

mcr – dub

I should be packing right now.  More specifically, I should be sucking the air our of the vacuum sealed pack of clothes I just compiled - only sans 1 item despite my attempts to Marie Kondo the shit out of my possessions and “declutter my life”. A near-impossible exercise when you find joy in literally … Continue reading mcr – dub

Finding your happy plaice (a working title)

I’m writing this from a cafe-come-brunchery (new word)-come-bar in the evenings-come-hub for ladies of leisure who cannot reverse their husbands' Range Rover for shit, in Didsbury. I arrived home last night after being away at a yoga retreat where my biggest worry all weekend was finding my “center”. I’m wearing Lulu Lemon leggings and supping … Continue reading Finding your happy plaice (a working title)