All posts in category Out of Home

Manage without pocket-handkerchiefs

As Dwalin from the Hobbit kindly reminds, “You will have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs, and a good many other things, before you get to the journey’s end.” I am in the midst of a terribly crazy last week (now) of packing to move. Geoff is on his intensive and I have plenty of other things [...]

The dumb things I do

So, new house, nice enough place. Morning 2 or 3 after Geoff has left for work I get up and continue unpacking and finally decide to go check out where the outside bins are kept. So I step out the door in my slippers and a thin jumper and it gives this self satisfied little [...]

Out of ‘out of home’ or: there and back again

Today I moved out. Stupid to move on another scorcher of a day, but it had to be done. My room was a dismal bomb to begin with and now it has been packed and transferred to Geoff’s house (Minus the furniture and a couple of kitchen things). It was a mammoth task in this [...]

Meat costs a lot

Yesterday evening on the train home I got the idea in my head that I really wanted lasagna. I could’ve gone the stodgy store bought way, but instead I remembered (rightly) that lasagna packets have the recipe on the back. So I made it as they said, leaving out some of the chicken stock and [...]

New Zealand at my front door

I discourteously did Onno Knuvers the dishonor of not linking to his website (Due to my use of an image of his in the previous post). So I must do that now. He is – from my reading – a Dutchy (a very good start!) turned New Zealander. And by a further glance he has [...]