Bvlgari Afternoon Tea

Although Mum and I had decided that we weren’t doing “flashy Dubai” this vacation, it was Christmas and so there had to be a few lovely treats involved.  The one I was most excited about was going to the recently opened Bvlgari Hotel for their afternoon tea.

Best view of the hotel.

Afternoon tea is one of Mum and my favorite things.  You get little sandwiches and cakes, and tea which makes Mum happy even if I struggle through the hot beverages part!  I like the savory bites the most.  Don’t get me wrong, I like the cakes too but the little sandwiches are my highlight! Continue reading

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The Rubbing House, Epsom Downs

We had been running errands around the old neighborhood all morning when suddenly, hunger struck.  It was a traumatic experience.  I was surrounded by places that I had grown up around but nothing looked quite how I remembered, or of it did, that was enough to put me off!  After a unreasonably long time, I had a light bulb moment…

A few months ago, probably around a bank holiday weekend, a bunch of my friends went to The Rubbing Horse up on Epsom Downs.  Not hugely remarkable until you realize that none of them are connected at all and I was just seeing random Instagram or Facebook posts.  I realized it was years since I had been up there and it was even longer since I had been to the Rubbing Horse.  For once my brain actually worked at the exact time it needed to and I remembered!  So off we trundled!

Thus named as it was the spot people used to rub down their horses after a ride across the Downs, way back when.

Thankfully Mum was with me and we has Doris (generic name for any SatNav type device or app) to guide us that last few corners!  When we got there Continue reading

Hairdressing Adventures in Dubai

Or, as I like to refer to it… the ongoing search for someone who doesn’t f*ck my hair up.

I had the wonderful Stylianos take care of me for so long.  He did wonders with my strange decisions of the time.  He managed to get me back to a decent blonde after it was dark brown and red.  He NEVER cut it badly.  Also, as an aside, he was a genius at up-dos (here and here).  Then he went and moved back to Greece.  I still haven’t forgiven him.

Then I found a salon in DIFC and loved the hairdresser.  She didn’t cut (I wasn’t brave enough to let her try) but the colour was perfect.  It turned out it was her last week.  Typical.  The guy who took over afterwards Continue reading

Wanderlust? Actually, just wondering why.

I honestly don’t know where to start this post.  I know I’ve said that before but this one really has me scratching my head.  I did think about not writing but I decided that I had to.  Someone had to anyway, and that may as well be me.

Before I go any further, all opinions are my own and I have PMS on top of having had a really rubbish week at work.

So, a good friend was back in town and naturally a brunch was organised.  I wasn’t part of the decision making and booking process, but was really pleased to hear that we were heading to Continue reading

3 Day Juice Cleanse – Day 2

7.30am – Snuggle back down into duvet as no breakfast making means longer lay in.

7.45am – Go waste time in the shower.

8.00am – Start Juice 1 shots.

8.01am – Get pleasant surprise that the juice tastes better today.

8.23am – Have last shot. Continue reading

Self Sabotage

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Obvs not me.

Hands up who does self sabotages?  No, seriously.  Do you?  I need to know.  Am I the only one?

I am the queen of self sabotage.  Today is just the latest example.  I can pull 101 excuses for it but I honestly don’t know why I actually do.

Let me explain…. Continue reading

Dry January – Completed!

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One wine-free month has been completed!  Yay for me and The Boy!

In this case, unlike quitting smoking, I am totally giving myself WAY more credit than him!  He isn’t a drinker.  He likes an occasional Jack Daniels or Makers Mark, but it doesn’t bother him in the last if he doesn’t have one from month to month.

Me, I’m a wino.  Not really but probably.  I love a glass of wine.  In fairness, I love a bottle of wine.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s never been a nightly thing (expect when his father was here, but that was a necessity) and since meeting The Boy, it’s been a lot less.

Meeting him coincided with me deciding that I’ve been in Dubai and kicking the woohoo out of brunches for too long.   Continue reading