Dear B and L, As you two reside in the cosiness of civilisation and urbanisation, I write to you very grateful to be invited on this once only rendezvous and send you bunches of flowers. However, I must also bring you to you a matter that is quite close to my heart and one that has landed me in a predicament, that of being the destiny of my entire existence.
Dear L, I may or may not have told you that, of my many paper related vices, I am addicted to quirky travel guides. Before I left for London, I decided to pull all of my London guides out of the bookshelf and make a little bucket list of things to do whilst there. Promptly burying myself under a mountain of publications, I decided that the bucket list may take several trips, not just the […]
Dear L, I was about to say “long time no see”, but as our beloved Dwight from the Office would say, “FALSE”. Our recent walks hikes along the Bronte to Bondi stretch gave me a long time to analyse the Australian beachside style, something Sydney-Siders (cough, you) seem to pull off with Parisienne-level “je ne sais quoi”.