I can only recall three occasions when I’ve willingly woken up early:
1. for the birth of my second daughter
2. Glastonbury tickets pre-sale
3. to escape some random’s bed at Uni
Getting up early is reserved for only the most pressing moments in my life.
Continue reading Tumbonas at dawn.
So, um, Christmas Day was a little different this year.
We took the kids out for a walk in Santa Cruz, stopping at the harbour to eat raisin bread. And then we spent the rest of the day at Twin Lakes beach. The beach. On Christmas Day. As you do.
Continue reading Christmas. But not as I know it.
We need to talk about Christmas.
Mainly because I’m the only one in America with the baubles to do so.
Don’t get me wrong, Christmas over here is like everything else in America – absolutely massive.
In the UK, the biggest radio stations sprinkle classic Christmas tunes into their playlist from mid-December. But out here, brand new stations are created out of thin air, exclusively to belt out Christmas songs, 24/7. I tell you, all I want for Christmas is to not hear Mariah Carey’s god awful song every 15 minutes.
Continue reading The C-word.