Nomadic Emma

After many months of consideration, I've gone and bought myself a bike. Although the paint job wouldn't be my preference, it's...

As far as I'm concerned, there is a severe shortage in this world of cutesy tartlets, still warm scones with proper raspberry jam an...

Clapham Junction one week after the riots Goodwill messages decorating TK Maxx Jamie Oliver's store suffered too. Som...

I live in a magical house. It's a home that collects strays and those in need of some peace. Through the bright red door they come, s...

The terribly bourgeois nature of my Monday night was not lost on me. There I was, drinking fancy wine in a champagne bar on the 42nd floo...

I was on my way to meet some friends last Friday when I realised that London was waving her hands and trying to get my attention with her be...

I'm constantly amazed at just how much music carries me away. Up, up, and away wrapped in a blanket of melodies I go. Whether it's a...

Right now there is change in warm summer air. It seems to be all around me. At home we're losing one of the Franconia ladies to North Lo...

Most of the time my work day starts like this... Fruit 'n' fibre in front of my laptop at 8ish. But very, very, very occasionally, w...

Now that my office has once again relocated, I'm back on the London institution that is the tube. Any seasoned Northern Line travellers ...