Tag Archives: norwich
New City, New You – or New City, Real You?
There is something liberating and strangely peaceful about moving to a place where you do not know a soul, and nobody knows you. People tell me that you can be whatever you like, then. Reinvent yourself – that all too trendy … Continue reading
Easter Break in London
Massaging warm olive oil into my hands, face and legs, then wrapping in hot wet towels. To heal cracked fingertips, smooth hardened cheekbones, and soothe sore red skin irritated by too many layers of clothing. It is the Norwich cold. … Continue reading
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea*
I am like a woman who keeps being lured towards the mad, bad lover, while a perfectly nice guy is standing around, available. I have always been fiercely judgmental of women like that. Why don’t they think with their brain … Continue reading
Birthday in a New City
My friend B. gave me a gift card for a coffee shop chain, for Christmas. He said it would allow him to buy me a coffee or hot chocolate if I ever really needed one, and he was not there … Continue reading