I am a fashion mediator!
Somehow I have become Mrs Romance’s dress sense guru. Me. As I sit with my warm-socked feet up tapping away on the laptop wearing…
Somehow I have become Mrs Romance’s dress sense guru. Me. As I sit with my warm-socked feet up tapping away on the laptop wearing…
Hands up who wants a big wet, soggy cigar? No one? Who wants a crispy fragile crust of a cigar? Still no hands? That’s…
The dust on the road was thick enough for us to look back and feel like spacemen. Our footprints, three inches deep, showed us…
There’s something about waiting for a big breakfast that reminds me of Christmas. Like waiting for that first present. I know it’s coming, I’ve…
*The most exciting thing about He Said, She Said is wondering if we’ll still be married by the end of each post! We both…
The drive to Perugia from Rome really isn’t a big deal. If you’re Italian. I’m not Italian and it was an escapade that –…
Imagine crossing an arched threshold of old limestone brick and being instantly shifted back to the Middle Ages. This is pretty much what happens…
Imagine a Chinese restaurant that has a buffet of all the food you can think of… then imagine that buffet brought to your table…
Whenever someone says “it’s where east meets west”, the phrase conjures up two very different images in my mind. The stupid part of my…
Aren’t phobias strange? Totally irrational and uncontrollable but non-the-less intriguing. I met a Taiwanese girl once who was terrified of chickens. Mrs Romance knows…