I once had a great-aunt who would find her false teeth under the sofa, where the dog had been licking them, and slot them back in, unrinsed, where they belonged. She collected octogenarian boyfriends on the bus to town – a new one every week, and, when I was five, she let me take spoonful … More Port Talbot
I run early before heat grips the city, although it’s palpable already. I slide beside walls and stick to shadows cast on slivers of street littered with last night’s debris. Morning tourists are few but strewn like slowly perambulating hazards. Smart locals in shades dodge them whilst speaking nineteen to the dozen on their phones. … More Madrid anti-clockwise
In an attempt to take my life a little more seriously than I habitually do, I make coffee, then grab a pen and a whimsically-covered notebook. I plonk random pieces of fruit next to me for colour and inspiration, and read snippets of this fabulously escapist and informative book (another Oxfam bookshop gem). Funny and … More A Serious Case of Escapism
Have Paprika, Will Travel 