My friend Becky has recently opened an interiors shop in Westport, Connecticut. I work all the time. I never have a chance to exercise or do anything, Becky laughs. I…
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Excuse me, did you just say ‘grated reindeer heart’? I ask our Swedish waitress, as she sets the plates down in front of us. She speaks perfect English but with…
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Last weekend I went to the cultural hub of Durham, NC to visit my beloved youngest Julia. For anyone who doesn’t follow me on Instagram (shame on you), I brought…
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Mark Birley’s timing was always impeccable. After a decade or so of post-war gloom, in 1963 London was ready to party, and the party was at 44 Berkeley Street. At…
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It’s been just over a year since I moved from London to Manhattan. Death, divorce and moving – life’s big stresses. I’ve experienced all three and with each, time is…
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Last weekend Stretch and I went island hopping, from Manhattan to Nantucket. It was the perfect autumn escape – no people, decent weather, long walks, big fires and a lot…
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When I lived in London full-time I used to love going to London Art Studies’ monthly talks about upcoming exhibitions. The speakers not only were experts in their field, but…
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I can’t say I wasn’t warned. About a year ago my friend Jessica told me that she thought the toilets could be a stumbling block. Have you ever pumped one?’…
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I know in my last blog I said I was going to take a wee break. I lied. I’m a Gemini. It was my twin talking. So without further ado,…
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Ever since I moved to Manhattan my body has been rebelling. Last month it was shingles on my forehead (very sexy). The month before that my toe was misbehaving. And…
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