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Two years ago, the combination of mad politicians, climate change and ageing ovaries created an urgent feeling to see the world one last time before settling down. Or Trump pressed the red button.

I took a year off work to be a happy tourist however it soon became The Lost Year (aka 2020) so now I'm back in the UK with a puppy, like every other lockdown household.


I lost The Boyfriend along the way: he got the house and I got the dog. Feel like I'm the winner there.

Travelling posts

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