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Hand grenade, gun fire and high heels

August 19, 2015

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My job is all about timing. Today was no exception. I left the flat dressed for a presenting shift. Heels, smart clothes, totally inappropriate for what was to unfold.  (Me this evening at 10pm when I got home)  As my taxi hit the seafront outside the Dolmabahce Palace at around 1430 local time, gridlock. Sirens, […]

Singledom in Istanbul

August 18, 2015

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Dating at almost 40 should come with a health warning. After things went pear-shaped with the chef (yes pun intended) I wondered whether I would ever meet someone who sought the same things I wanted out of life. I’m still wondering…. The last 18-months on the single scene have been a mixture of fun, excitment, […]

The Hairdressers

August 6, 2015

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There is no distance a woman won’t travel to use a good hairdresser. I have a friend who will drive from London to Southampton to get her hair cut. I myself have been using the same guy for the last 20 years. When you put your barnet (cockney for hair) in the hands of a […]

My first week

August 6, 2015

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It’s been a baptism of fire trying to get into a routine here. Moving and living in a new city is an entirely different beast to exploring one for fun. The last 18 months have prepared me to hit the ground running so while i feel a bit out of sorts, it probably nothing like […]

Istanbul

August 5, 2015

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The plane landed just after quarter past midnight. The lights of the city twinkling under the cover of darkness. As I disembarked the air temperature hit me, 26 degrees….Merhaba, welcome to Istanbul.    I’m not backpacking around Turkey, this time my journey is one way. I’m here to stay. Since getting back from Tanzania my […]