You probably didn’t know Joan, but not many people did. Joan was my adopted grandma who lived next door since before I was born, and lived in Birmingham way, way before I was born. Sorry, I should say: Joan Georgina. She was very proud of her middle name. Plain old Joan wouldn’t do for important …
When people tell stories of their gap year travels, family huddled round to live vicariously through their tales, they talk of wild parties and spontaneous nights out with newly found friends. Life long buddies made over a pint. Either they’re male, stupid, or are missing out the bits of the story in which an anxious …
Because I’m living with Belgian people, even if I’ve done bugger all in a day, I’ll explore a bit of the country from what’s put on my plate. Which is a good thing, too, because my ability to actually explore the country is reduced for at least an hour after every meal, unless a wheelbarrow …
Getting Lost 