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Learning to Travel Light

My straight-talking sister, having requested an update on my whereabouts, texted me just one word: gypsy. My guess is that she did not mean this in a “respect for the Romanies”, or even a “banjo-playing, gaily- coloured flounces, and horse-drawn … Continue reading

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High Level Problem Solving in Pall Mall

” Be there early” said my friend, a most important member of the very important committee. “the room will be packed to the rafters but meet me at 5pm and I’ll find you a seat.” The lecture was to be … Continue reading

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Cold Feet?

I don’t own a pair of socks, and although I have many pairs of shoes, I prefer my feet to be bare when I am in the house. This won’t do in Armenia, where I now know people always wear … Continue reading

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Of Luggage and Laundry

  If I am going to have a great international adventure, I will need to get a handle on my luggage. My father always advised that no-one should ever pack more than they could easily manage to move by themselves. … Continue reading

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When Grandma goes gallivanting

My granddaughter, aged three, is now three thousand miles away. (I am the one who did the moving. I’m now in London, while she is at home near Washington DC.) She stayed with me for three days before I left … Continue reading

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No halt for the lame?

My knees are the subject of unprecedented scrutiny, on both sides of the Atlantic. I have had to raise my hemline for two orthopaedic specialists in the last couple of weeks, for,if I am to be a volunteer in Armenia … Continue reading

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Where Am I? Who Am I?

I’m back. I spent the night in my own bed, reveling in the click of the overhead fan, the sound of the cicadas, and the ensemble piece from early morning birds, a joy for the jet-lagged. I am watching the … Continue reading

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