The characters in Mehmet, Cuzco chico and Changing currencies are the ones (+ my nephew Kaikai) who'd inspired me to start writing up my memories of my travels and events in my life (and other people's). If you think any of the contents might cause offence, please alert me. Being new to writing, I'm still tinkering, so they'll be morphing all the time.
After 18 years at Belfiore Lodge in Highbury, I had to move out.
As I was packing up nearly two decades of accumulated possessions and taking them to the charity shop, one of my evening class students asked me if I needed any plastic bags.
My answer: “Listen, I’m the Imelda Marcos of plastic bags!”
(London, 2003)
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