We’re not happy… unless you’re not happy

I find the best way to approach air travel with or without kids these days especially on any American airlines – United Airlines in particular – is to quietly and eventually get on the plane and say absolutely nothing to anyone unless explicitly spoken to.

Singapore Once More, Lah!

I am planning a trip back to Singapore – my adopted city state and it started me contemplating what I miss about the Lion City. For sure, there are things I am not so keen on revisiting along with plenty that I am.

To tan or not to tan.

Dublin weather in December may not immediately make you think of tanning,¬†but a stroll along¬†Grafton Street might make you think twice. You’ll see some very tanned people, even in the middle of a cold wet spell. I noticed this on a recent visit and it made me think about the Irish interest in being bronzed….

What being Irish means to me

I was back in Dublin with my family (British husband and two children) in March of this year. My husband tried to hide his Britishness as best as he could. Sensibly so, given it was during the Easter Rising celebrations.

Trump Time? Or is that Pinocchio?

I can’t help myself. It’s too bizarre and impossible to ignore as a new arrival to the US. I am firsthand witness to a series of unfortunate events, and I know it’s something that will be talked about for years to come.

Online Shopping – Clicks and Mortar

“Oh s**t! I didn’t buy a present for [child’s name redacted to protect the innocent]’s birthday party this afternoon.” 10.21am in our SoMa apartment, sometime in the recent past.