Yup, it seems that there are a few posts that this week, were very popular! So for today’s roundup. The Bikini An Apple Heat Wave My Love of the F Bomb If you are new to the site, say hello! If you want to see more stories or if there is something specific you want to know about this crazy
As you can imagine, Valentine’s Day was not exactly a day that was celebrated around the world back in the day. I wasn’t exactly exposed to it until we came back to “home base”. I was 14, and 2 weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, you could order a rose for your Valentine. The Valentine would then be publicly delivered
This is just priceless. Seriously, Adele singing the Spice Girls. I just don’t know what to say. You are welcome!
A couple of readers have e-mailed me, and expressed why I still identify with being a Diplomatic Kid or 3rd Culture Kid. So I thought, I would share my feelings on this. I might be an adult, but my life, until I was 20, was shaped by my Father’s vocation (it wasn’t just a career, but a calling). I moved
My Father had arrived at posting, tired, but ready to work. Mum and I had arrived 6 weeks earlier so that I could start school, it was a little insane arriving on posting without the actual diplomat. Technically, you are on post, but not really because the current Ambassador hadn’t even vacated the house yet. Let’s just say, AWKWARD. But
It is deadly, can break up a family, or hurt a career. I was always acutely aware of the rumour mill within the department. Growing up, the hallways were thick with chatter, lies or over exaggerations. There was nowhere to turn. The department had 2 physiologists on hand for anyone to go talk to, but guess what, they were the
