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At the very beginning

I am late to the party as usual – typical – but HAPPY NEW YEAR my darlings!

2015 has sprinted into our lives and once again filled us all with the hope of a luckier and happier year to come. New beginnings have always been exciting – everything seems possible – the unwritten future invites you to reinvent yourself with each new day…okay, that’s enough poetry now.

The absolute truth is that a year is long and tiring. Drama happens, no matter how hard we try to avoid it, and the joys of success are at times blunted by sorrow and frustration. So when the a brand new year comes bounding into our lives like a Labrador puppy, we want to embrace it tight!

That feeling of anything can happen is wonderful – is it not? I’m so happy for you, wherever you are, 2015 is as brand new and full of opportunity for you as it is for me!

Where have I been? I hear you not ask.

I spent a week over Christmas in the Big Apple – New YorkIt was a trip which was planned several months in advance, and I was beyond myself at the prospect of Christmas in the city that never sleeps.

I have some pictures for you – real ones taken with a camera!

central park Cloisters DEER Met night Pigeon rock stained glass Wall st

Have you noticed the lack of snow? Yep, there was no cold, snowy festive weather to prance around in, but it was incredibly fun discovering a new city in a country I’ve only ever seen in the movies and TV shows I use to procrastinate my work life with!

Now I’m back in London and ready to enjoy 2015 to the max!

Here’s to a brilliant year!


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Heatwaves and feet-tanning is a thing

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I forgot how hot, sticky, sweaty and suffocating the summer can be in London.

I’m the kind of person who craves the warmth of the sun on their skin. As a vegetable grower, the giant-life-giving-burning star in our sky is terribly important to me. When its gloomy and grey, with the standard drizzle of rain, I am the person you will hear moaning about the British weather and wishing for the sun to hurry through the seasons.

I really do love Britain in the summer. Usually it means ice cream cones, parks, sunglasses and a cool drink at hand. Unfortunately, these are not “usual” times. Although the thermometer may not be reading off an intimidating number in comparison to the more tropical lands of the world, anything above 25 degrees Celsius in London puts us at risk of a heatwave.

For my non-British readers 25 degrees Celsius is equal to 77 Fahrenheit – yes, that may not seem much to you – but it has serious consequences for us over here in London.

When the sun puts some effort into shining, London does indeed become a concrete jungle. The humidity soars and sticks to each person like superglue. The once barely tolerable commutes become absolutely impossible as chronic dehydration leaves us even more frustrated than before. The only real advantages of a heatwave in London is that it gives you the perfect reason to whip out all your cute summer gear from the dark corner of your wardrobe. Men in shorts and T-shirts – poor souls, they don’t really have many options, do they? Women go all out with their summer dresses, full of colour and eye-catching patterns. But there’s one thing that you do no matter what gender category you belong to – you throw away those imprisoning socks. The summer is all about feet in flip-flops, sandals and pumps. Needless to say, I had my flip-flops ready at hand months ago, just waiting for the sun’s arrival.

The British are efficient people. A single ray of UV light is enough to provoke a mass migration to the parks in the most revealing outfits – because people must work on their tans! Unfortunately for me, I was bestowed with the skin type that never tans. My holiday picture timeline goes from pasty white to tomato red and then back to pasty white once I’ve shed my skin like a lizard. Although I can’t bear to be under the sun for the tremendous time required in order to become a shade of golden brown, I did try once, but I came back home in blisters!

Yes, I’m the person that comes out in their summer clothes and looks like a vampire through the entire season. But there’s something even more frustrating than that – my feet tan. The only parts of my body which turns a decent brown-ish colour are my feet. Oh and of course, I get a super awesome tan line from the flip-flops I had been wearing – you know, just to really prove the point. It’s so annoying that the healthy glow of sun-kissed skin can only be found on my feet! Darn those genetics.