Not really grasping the fact that we’ve slipped into January caused me all sorts of confusion the other day. It was only when I had put the phone down did I realise that I needed to flip the page on the basset calendar. Hardly surprising since it was only a week... 
30 days into the new year I slipped on my harness and crawled back to work. If it wasn’t for the boundless energy and enthusiasm of the people I was working with it would have been a grim day. Â Aside from the burning desire to find a quiet corner and take a nap... 
This year I’ve decided to hone my culinary skills and will be tackling one foodstuff a month. Â I’ve started the year with one of my favourite foods, I’ve been on a bread making mission. Â I’m already a dab hand making soda bread and beer bread... I read somewhere that there is only one thing more annoying than people who parade photographs of their children are people who are self indulgent about their pets. I get that sentiment but it doesn’t stop me loving my bassets and wanting to share stories about... Living life as an expat upside down plays havoc with your senses, most notably because seasons back to front . Â Take strawberries for example. Â To a Brit strawberries are synonymous with tennis at Wimbledon in June. From my teens to my thirties, I was an avid tennis... 
