Sshh, keep schtum

So, I reckon enough time has passed for me to be able to fess up to this without getting into Continue reading →

A Bedouin night

Living in London is a privilege; it’s a wonderful, vibrant, modern city. In the UK we’re never too far from Continue reading →

Butch, the Kid and me

I totally buy into the Hollywood version of loveable bank robbing, train robbing, gun-toting outlaws Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Continue reading →

Je ne regrette rien

The die was cast from the very first time I was taught how to say, ‘je m’appelle Déborah’ at primary school. Continue reading →