Sozzl’d has gone a bit stale recently. Not my fault guv’nor…
a) my Mother-in-Law visited for three weeks meaning weekends away and hence no prospect of wine
b) work required me to go to Bangkok for 5 days and solo drinking didn’t appeal, and
c) a general detox requirement; Malaysia/expat life has started to take its toll on the waistline
As the UK has feaverishly and anxiously has waited for its first gold medal and won a flood of them I’ve struggled a bit to think of what to write. Maybe some ideas will arrive like a clutch of number 19 buses.
This last week, facing the sort of identity crisis as you do when you live as an expat, I mused upon the idea of labels. Read the rest of this entry