Our new passports arrived! I'm not sure what I'm missing, as every official bit of info says the post-Brexit colour is blue, but this definitely looks black to me. Not gonna lie...much as I'd still prefer burgundy, the blue-black is pretty smart, and I like the embossed national symbols on the back. When I posted… Continue reading UK Passport Renewal Online
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Join my Journey!
Have you noticed? There's something in the air... Well, there's something in the pixels anyway: a subtle but significant rebrand of The Frustrated Nester. Business cards! Over the past few months new ideas have formed, and new opportunities have been exploited, and it's been an exhilarating time, actually. I say 'actually' because I hadn't really… Continue reading Join my Journey!
Friendship on the Move: Transcending Time and Continents
November has been quiet around here because, after my first attempt two years ago, I'm again taking part in NaNoWriMo. (Let me know in the comments or on Facebook or Instagram if you want to know how I'm doing with that, writerly types.) But some exciting news has me thinking lots of thoughts that I… Continue reading Friendship on the Move: Transcending Time and Continents
Congo Sketch: The School Run at Walking Pace
It's another typically untypical morning in Congo, where no day ever goes quite as planned. Today, our driver isn't with us, as he had to take his child into hospital overnight with suspected malaria. So MT has taken the car to work with him, and I've hitched a lift with our neighbour to drop the… Continue reading Congo Sketch: The School Run at Walking Pace
Exploring Dorsoduro
The great advantage of visiting an iconic city for the second time is that the pressure is off - there's no longer that urgent impulse to tick off the major must-see tourist attractions within a short time frame. A few years ago I had the privilege of a romantic trip to Venice, where we made… Continue reading Exploring Dorsoduro
Breaking Out of the Bubble
Cliquez ici pour lire cet article en français. ‘Tu as peur? C’est ça?’ No, I wasn’t scared to visit our housekeeper (ménagère) in her quartier, not in the way he meant anyway. But it had been two months since she’d had her baby, and he was right to wonder. I had plenty of reasons I… Continue reading Breaking Out of the Bubble
