I’ve been wondering how this all fits together. Much like a recipe would. You have to have the right ingredients; otherwise the half-baked muffin will leave you wondering whether you managed to put one teaspoon, or one tablespoon of bicarb.
Much like this collection of writings. Some are travels from my previous life (pre-marriage, porridge and pre-school). And some will be anecdotes from today. Or yesterday: when I had to scratch through an overflowing bucket of lost property at my sons’ school. And on that particular day, the title that came to mind was: an Ode to lost property. But it all made and makes up who I am today.
I’m a firm believer in time. And there being a Time for Everything. A time to fly first class Swiss air (wearing a summer skirt and wondering what merges and interest rates other passengers were referring to)…and a time a to roast chick-peas for my sons’ lunch boxes tomorrow.
The travel articles you will find here are mostly from my aforementioned ‘previous life’: the kind where I would be working on a Friday afternoon, receive a phone call, to be asked whether I could possibly get on a London-bound flight that night. All I had to do was visit a few hotels, attend a meeting, and fly home. That life. And why me? ‘Well’, the editor said, ‘we all know that you’re the only one with an EU passport who doesn’t need a visa’.
Touche. I was on that bird before you could sneeze.
And though my travels finally came to an end, my writing didn’t have to. And so here I sit, with all my offspring asleep, writing in this Time. As opposed to the one that was. In all its glory, this too has a glory of its own: one which is arguably of much greater worth.
So this blog will be dedicated to very particular (yet un-themed) topics. Whatever captures the attention. Whatever burns on my heart and can only come out in words. Whatever should be said, but isn’t.
So welcome to this Place. Hopefully it’ll be like having a cup of tea and a chat, around a small wooden kitchen table. With a Muffin. The Ministry of Muffins.