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The structure of my trips to my mum's house in Gloucestershire, England, is always pretty much the same. My mum, grandma, and brother fill me in on the latest gossip about the neighbours, most of whom I've still never actually met....

When you move away from your home country to spend a few years elsewhere, you definitely have a picture in your mind of how life abroad will be. But sometimes, you don't get what you bargained for. FASHION: The expectation: I was pretty...

Sometimes I do strange things with no better reason than to prove to myself that I can (see also: vegetarianism of 2006; moving to Italy...

After Christmas in England and New Year in Barcelona, I’m back in Turin. I’m back to my cosy and newly de-cluttered house (thanks, New Year enthusiasm/Marie Kondo) and back to my much-loved friends, city, and routine. Anyway, it’s been a strange couple...

I’m going to start this post with a premise: if you can’t stand a bit of a moan followed by some vomit-inducing gratitude, all punctuated with some random autumn photos, stop reading now: you ain’t gonna like it. So, sometimes, it...

Being fluent in another language is usually pretty sweet. You don’t get ripped off by taxi drivers, you can pretend to be local when you can’t be bothered to answer pesky questions like “So, you seriously came to Italy to work?”, and...

The alarm goes off and I drag myself to the shower. Nobody should have to set an alarm on a Saturday morning, but what can you do? I eat, throw on jeans and a hoody and leave the house with the...

If you stay in the same town, city, or even country where you grew up, the chances are that a lot of your friends will stay the same and that you’ll end up living, hanging out, and maybe even working...

Back in July, a little group of us, including The Greek and the two lovely girls from work, decided to take part in the Cena in Bianco. If you’ve never heard of it, the White Dinner is a free event which takes place in...

So, I have a theory about what happens after you die: If you’re a good person, you go to Heaven. Heaven means all-you-can-eat Thai food, comfy beds, and no washing up to do. If you’re a bad person, on the other hand,...