… and hello! Just taking a break from my tiger mum duties to tell you about the Marks & Spencer biryani. In one word: don’t. Not now, not tomorrow, not EVER – unless of course you can persuade them to Continue reading
An invitation to Blackheath last weekend to visit some friends and take in their local firework display. The family treats it like yet another fraught expedition to back-of-beyond South London – meaning we will encounter the world’s worst traffic jam; Continue reading
In what has been a momentous week for cricket in India, I, like billions of others, have spent the last four days scouring the internet for feel good quotes about one Mr Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. In fact, India’s news channel Continue reading
To Peterborough last Sunday for the son’s swimming competition and the burning question was “what about lunch?”. Burning for the supporters that is; the competitor was instructed by his coaches to carry bagels filled with chicken and cut into quarters. Continue reading
Last Saturday after a long bike ride with some friends, we realized that we had found the biryani that would wear the yellow jersey. It started like this: husband’s aunt kept mentioning a place called Kadiris in Hendon. As I Continue reading
Obviously we pick one of the wettest days of the year to do our “admin” – defined in our household as mind-numbing tasks that are not related to eating, swimming, playing/watching cricket, cycling or going for a nice long walk. Continue reading
Of all my friends in London, Lisa reminds me the most of the mates that I have left behind in Bombay owing to the stimulating ‘intellectual’ conversations that we always have when we meet for dinner. Try this: when we Continue reading
I’ve read Poornima’s blog posts for a while now – marvelling at her use of language, her ability to pick out the flavours etc in each post. I look forward to receiving them in my inbox on a weekly basis, Continue reading
In the interests of family harmony I would advise against doing your weekly shop at 8 am on a Saturday. We do ours then and gosh, what a fraught experience it is. One such Saturday found me in the Continue reading
And to the pharmacy of our local Tesco to buy some non-preservative eye drops. At £10 a pop, is it any surprise that we landed up in the Indian ready meal section to recover from the shock? The husband who Continue reading
