The Girl With the Goals: Finance

Money, money, money. The root of all evil. Or at least the root of a heck of a lot of stress and several arguments between Mr Chef and me over the years. We’re both crap with budgeting and saving and, ever since we moved to Greece, we’ve been living on a shoestring anyway. Whenever we did get some extra cash, we’d blow it on plane tickets or Christmas, so we’ve got no savings, no pension, no emergency fund – none of those things you don’t care about when you’re 21 … .  Then one day you wake up and you’re in your thirties.  Continue reading

The Girl with the Goals: Self-Care

‘Self-care’ is a trending topic in Mum World at the moment, and with good reason. It’s psychologically beneficial to make time for yourself … and it’s psychologically detrimental not to.

At least, that’s what all the blog posts and articles say. I read them, I agree with them … then I give a cynical little chuckle and go back to being the mum who’s with her kids 24/7, seven days a week. Really. Sometimes I even pee while holding the baby.  Continue reading

September

September is going to be a big month for me. The winds of change are blowing all over the place. But I’m excited for this. Change can be challenging, uncomfortable and a little bit scary, but change is also healthy, fun and often necessary. I’ve loved everything about this year, but I’m not looking backwards … September, bring it on! Continue reading

Goodbye Summer, Goodbye Bullsh*t

The sun is still hot, the nights are still warm, but the days are getting shorter and it’s time to wend our way home. This summer has been a good one – cosy, relaxing, safe. As always, I have enjoyed the beauty of Kerkyra (Corfu) and the friendly atmosphere of the village, but by now I think I’m ready to leave. Mr Chef has been offered the chance to stay here and run a restaurant, but it’s not the right time or place for us … . In truth, I don’t think I’ll be coming back here for a while. Continue reading

Too Much Stuff

For some reason, I always assume other bloggers live in light, airy, pristine houses with white walls and parquet flooring. Maybe it’s the kind of blogs I read. Maybe it’s the photos people post. Maybe I’m just a bit weird. … Well, today I’m coming at you with some home truths (see what I did there?) I’m a blogger now and I’m confessing to you that I live in a tiny apartment with no insulation and a mould problem. I’m telling you the decor is from the 1980s (not my choice) and pretty much everything is brown (definitely not my choice!) Worst of all, I’m admitting that it’s in a right old state. Continue reading

Summertime

This is my perfect summer. The replacement for the summers I lost to post-natal depression. The summer I am owed. These are the lazy mornings when I can wake up slowly, feeling the fresh air from the open window on my skin, stretching my sleep-heavy arms and legs and snuggling close to whichever of my children has decided to pay me an early-morning visit and then fallen asleep again. Continue reading

My Adopted Grandparents

It’s impossible for me to write – or think – about Kerkyra (Corfu) without thinking of my adopted grandparents. They were actually Mr Chef’s paternal grandparents and two of the most wonderful human beings I have ever met. Their names were Christos and Efthimia, but everyone knew them as Ito and Mia. Continue reading

The Village

The people of Kerkyra (Corfu) have an accent that I’ve heard other Greeks describe as ‘singing’ – the same way some English people might describe the Welsh accent, I guess. I don’t find it difficult to understand, but some Corfiots use Italian words occasionally, which always baffles me! I suppose a lot of people speak English because of the tourists, but not so much in our village (or at least not to me!) Continue reading

The Island

The first time I arrived in Kerkyra (Corfu), nineteen years old, I travelled by ferry boat with my boyfriend.  We came to the island just as the sun was rising and my first glimpse of Poli Kerkyras (Corfu Town) had me spellbound.  Clear sky, blue sea and buildings the colour of sandstone, built in the Venetian style, bathed in the early morning light. What an introduction! Continue reading