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The London Shop Girl Confessions.
There are Heathrow Injections and then there are Heathrow Injections. The first kind can be sort of disguised under dark tops and jeans with a bit of stretch and a flared leg. It often can be passed off as ‘well rested’ with the aid of an incidental Sydney tan (thank you early autumn sun).…
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Arm Party Thursday. The Week In Home Cooked Food.
It’s taken four days and hours of extra sleep but I’m finally living in the present. I’m now back in Sydney in both body and mind. It’s not bad considering the 10 time zones we crossed and Dr Wikipedia tells me that it can take as many days as time zones crossed to fully recover.…
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Wahaca, Canary Wharf, London.
I have a soft spot for Mexican food and restaurants. The riot of colour in both always brings a smile to my face. Before my trip to London, Kate B sent me very detailed email outlining her favourite London haunts and Wahaca was on the list. I found the Soho outlet on my first evening…
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And the winner is….
Thank you to everyone who entered my give away with Kitchenware Direct. The luck winner of the drawer dividers is @mandapanda428. I will get in touch with an email and I hope you enjoy having perfectly organised kitchen drawers! I will be back with a post later today. Once I get over this jetlag.
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Nude Magique and PG Tips in the Borough of Tower Hamlets, East London.
I’m blaming the dregs of my jet lag for that risque and long winded title. I’ve been home now for just over 24 hours. The novelty of driving my car in Sydney traffic, operating the front loader and sorting my mail is beginning to wear off already. Do you mind if we go back to…
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Afternoon Tea, Palm Court at The Langham, Mayfair, London.
It’s my last night in London. It’s begun to feel like home these last few days. I’ve sussed out the tube and the idiosyncrasies of the DLR line. I’ve figured out the self check out at Boots. I’ve eaten every kind of standard British sandwich filling on a variety of breads. I’ve completed a loyalty…
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Dinner by Heston Blumenthal, Knightsbridge, London.
From the moment the uniformed doormen ushers you into the foyer of one of Knightsbridge’s most distinguished hotels you have no choice but to leave 2012 behind and embrace old world English grandeur. It is both a visual and tactile step back in time. The marble of the floors and walls is so thick it…
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High Adventure With Marni at H+M on the High Street, London.
No account of a holiday I go on would be complete without news of some completely crazy thing I did in the name of fashion. And so it came to be that the crazy clothes story for London revolves around Marni’s collaboration with H&M or more precisely, Marni at H + M. Even by my…
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The Red Fort, Soho, London.
There was really only one kind of cuisine for Mr SSG and I to try on our first cold, wet and windy night in London – Indian. The Red Fort on Dean Street in Soho was just a short walk from our hotel but I felt every step of it with the wind chill and…
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Looking Up From My Lonely Planet.
There comes a time on any holiday when it’s time to leave your Lonely Planet in the hotel room and not carry it around with you as a security blanket. I’ve reached this moment in London and with my nose no longer buried the pages of a travel guide, I’ve been able to look up…