Help! I am an insufferably smug gardener

Help! I am an insufferably smug gardener

Okay, I admit it. Ever since I planted some radish seeds and bought a pot of dahlias, I’ve become quite insufferable. I’d been looking for a new hobby, you see. My small, north-facing balcony was looking sad and bare so I decided to take up gardening. But before you could say “from seed to sprout” … Continue reading

Why I want to get naked at Teufelsee

Why I want to get naked at Teufelsee

A little while ago, LSB and I were cycling through a forest. The sun was glistening through the leaves. The air was sweet. All you could hear was the crunch of tyres on the path. Somewhere along the way, we took a wrong turn and found ourselves at a lake. A sign told us we … Continue reading

The Quiet Revolution

The Quiet Revolution

Susan Cain’s “Quiet“came out in 2012 and her TED talk about introversion has been viewed more than 8 million times. So having just finished reading the book, I’m a little late to the party. But it’s one of the few I’m happy to be at! Susan Cain’s argument is that introverts live in a world … Continue reading

Streetwalking in Schöneberg

Streetwalking in Schöneberg

I had some time to kill the other night, so I walked up and down Bülowstrasse. It’s in the Schöneberg area of Berlin, where Albert Einstein, Hans Fallada and David Bowie all lived at some point. It was only 7 o’clock, so I was surprised to see prostitutes lining the streets so early. There were … Continue reading

Lidl children

Lidl children

Whenever I go to Lidl, the cashier asks if I’m collecting the football stickers. When I say “no,” she looks surprised and a tiny bit relieved. Yesterday I went to another branch closer to work. There were loads of little girls loitering at the entrance, eyeing up the customers. If they had been bigger, I … Continue reading

The place that out-Catholics Ireland

The place that out-Catholics Ireland

As soon as the “Berlin-Warsaw Express” chugged across the border, the Virgin Marys began to appear. Some of them stood scarecrow-like and alone in their shrines at the edge of wheat fields, while others guarded the entrances to farm houses. Rosy-cheeked and smiling demurely beneath their blue shawls, they reminded me of home. It was … Continue reading

In Warsaw

In Warsaw

I’ll be back soon with news of my adventures in Warsaw, the trials and tribulations of shopping for a soon-to-turn 95 year-old and an update on my quarter-life crisis. Bis bald!