We're all familiar with that, ‘last day of holiday blues’. The internal push and pull of wanting to enjoy your break up to the very last minute while knowing you'll soon be crammed on a plane next to a hungover stag-do with barely enough in your account for a £7 bottle of Ryanair wine and a tube of Pringles.
Kerry Hudson on how her son's future has been at the very heart of every decision and their move to Sweden is no different
I think a lot about life in terms of before motherhood and after. This visit to Berlin was maybe the final shedding of that skinny, reckless younger woman who did as she pleased.
"The food is amazing." I heard this more times than I can say in the run-up to my visit to the "teardrop island" of Sri Lanka.
Sometimes, you have to get creative, you have to take a leap of faith. Our leap just happens to be taking us all the way to Malmö.
Two weeks ago, readers left me sitting on a rooftop bar in Florence with my best mate, overlooking the Duomo, drinking a limoncello spritz with a stomach nicely lined with seven courses by Michelin star Chef Sardi Antonello.
It was my first Florence trip and, as expected, it was beautiful .
"The first thing we’re going to eat is what’s flying above you!" Our food tour guide points cheerfully to an enormous fruit bat soaring from tree to tree.
Thanks to cheap flights and a dose of impulsivity, I headed to Copenhagen and Malmö; new countries, new cities, new, braver me, right?
I am very much a squeeze the toothpaste tube of life to the very end type of woman which is why I knew, when we embarked upon our month in Japan, I was headed to Okinawa in Japan where folk live longer and happier.
