It was my last full day, I had one more sleep before I would have to pack up and leave. I knew I already didn’t want to. I had nothing planned. I got ready and decided along the way that I really should go and see the Marina Bay Sands hotel up close. So far… Continue reading Singapore – Shooting the Breeze
Well, I knew it was going to be a different day, it’s what I wanted. Last year it was Fuertaventura with my boys, 4 years ago it was New York as a family. I don’t know if I’ve said this before but I do envy the people who have the big happy family Christmas, I… Continue reading Singapore – Christmas Day
Before I left the UK I had booked a couple of things, one of them being a hop on hop off bus ride, through an app called Get Your Guide (which I highly recommend). I’ve done them before, Hong Kong, New York and a Duck Tour in Washington, which goes on the road and then… Continue reading Singapore – Bus Day
It was always a hope that when Richard (my ex husband) went to work in Singapore that I would hopefully be able to go out there one day, well, I’m a great believer in drawing things to you, if you believe something will happen hard enough you stand a good chance of it actually happening.… Continue reading Singapore – A Biggie
It’s been a while since my last trip away. There have been reasons. The main one being the swimming. It seemed to completely take over mine and Viv’s lives. I think we actually became a little addicted to it. I am however pleased (and proud) to say I swam 30 miles, the extra challenge that… Continue reading A Lull
So this was it, the day of the last (official) mile of my Diabetes Swim 22 challenge - to swim 22 miles from the 22nd February to the 22nd May. It’s the equivalent of swimming the English Channel - so today I was going to arrive in France! I was swimming, as always, with my… Continue reading I Can’t Quite Believe It!
This swimming malarkey is knackering, especially when you have a best friend encouraging you and not allowing you to quit. That friend is Viv, she’s cropped up in a couple of my other blogs. She’s my rock, the voice in my head and conscience on my shoulder, although I don’t always follow her advice...I can… Continue reading A Big Wet Week