Nomadic Emma

Christmas Eve found me in an orderly queue outside of Westminster Abbey, waiting for the Christmas Eve service to begin. The whole experie...

Christmas Eve rush hour made going to work today almost bearable.

Yesterday I had to go on a sprout hunt. Looking for sprouts the day before Christmas Eve can sometimes lead to blows. Fortunately for me, ...

Dear Next Week, It would be great if you could please be better than This Week. Kind regards, Emma

London's pool of dining establishments is bottomless. Culinary problems here revolve around trying to decide where to go, rather than tr...

I try not to make a habit to putting party photos up here (after all, isn't that why Facebook exists?) but seeing as it was r...

Mulled wine at book club last night ushered in the festive season as far as I'm concerned. Now the talk is of Christmas jumpers (the wo...

On my way to a morning seminar today, I took a sneaky peek down a remarkably empty, but quite festive, Regent Street.

On Sunday, if you opened The Observer to the arts section, you would have been greeted by a large image of a painting by our very talented F...

The last time I spent five years in one place was my childhood at the Bramwell ranch. Ever since, I've been galivanting about the glob...