Disposophobia is the word for compulsive hoarding. Now, I’m not saying that I am a chronic case, but I recently found out that I own eight hairbrushes. Eight. I also possess almost thirty wine glasses and seventeen lighters. Neither me nor hubby smoke. I have a bowl full of corks from special occasions that I cannot bring myself to … Continue reading
I had a very successful friend-date this weekend. Actually, it was a multiple-friend-date with some of the Prague-based ladies in my life. As I mentioned right at the outset of this blog making friends in a new city where you don’t know a soul and don’t really speak the language, is no mean feat. It’s a … Continue reading
I don’t drink very much. At least, compared to a lot of people I know (students, borderline alcoholics, wine merchants and publicans) I don’t drink very much. Or so I thought until this week. I woke up on Monday morning after the Secret Surprise Weekend feeling really rather sluggish. I’d had a lot of beer … Continue reading