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It's Peru, Baby.: Mi Wanpi
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It's Peru, Baby. Saturday, December 20, 2008. This is my lovely doggy Wanpi. In the four years we've been away she has been very well looked after by the family. The household includes two vets - Perla and Wooloo - as well as our four little nieces - so she hasn't lacked attention! Wanpi is just the same as she always was, absolutely devoted and following me from room to room. She even wants to come in the loo with me! Today is Keila's (10) baptism - we are going to be godparents! Tito has just come back...
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It's Peru, Baby.: Ch– Ch- Ch– Changes to Chiclayo
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It's Peru, Baby. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. Ch Ch- Ch Changes to Chiclayo. Has absolutely exploded in the past four years. Incredibly, there’s no easily discernable sign of the global recession everything here is bigger, better and more bustling than ever before. Although it is a dusty, parched costal desert city (aptly described in popular guidebooks as ‘rough and ready’). Is a vital central trading hub for poor rural towns and villages. It is a place of contrasts. It looks really cheerful and festive,...
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It's Peru, Baby.: Peruvian Food Part One
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It's Peru, Baby. Saturday, December 27, 2008. Peruvian Food Part One. The first time Tito ever made me breakfast at his aparto in. He served me: soda crackers, plump purple olives, manjarblanco caramel, butter, cheese and pieces of apple. I thought it was pretty weird at the time, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Since then I have come to realise that it was a pretty standard Peruvian breakfast (except maybe the soda crackers here they go out to get fresh white baps most mornings). There are many variations t...
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It's Peru, Baby.: April 2004
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It's Peru, Baby. Thursday, April 29, 2004. Looks like we won’t be using the car for awhile, seeing as the pavement will be impassable. Posted by Vanesita @ 4:01 pm 0 comments. Thursday, April 22, 2004. Forget the cup of sugar. Yesterday evening at 10pm the neighbour into whose ear Perla projected her breastmilk came round with another request. Could she borrow a male duck? She’d heard that we have one. Erm. sure, said Perla, but now? Posted by Vanesita @ 4:00 pm 0 comments. Monday, April 12, 2004.
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Gibbon-arsed ramblings of a hopeless underachiever. Tuesday, February 08, 2011. He's been seeing someone else, and went on a couple of dates with them while he was 'having the time to think'. Gee, I'm so glad I'm one of his favourite people, one of the most important people in his life and someone he could never hurt and always wants around. I just can't imagine how he'd have treated me if that wasn't the case! Thursday, February 03, 2011. Today, I found out that I may lose my job soon. I can't even float.
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Gibbon-arsed ramblings of a hopeless underachiever. Monday, May 30, 2011. This is a fucking nightmare. Is it because up until now, he's been the arsehole, but if I say (shortly after he moves in) "I need you to go. This isn't working and I need you to get out of my flat" that makes me the bad guy and him the victim? Or is it that he really thinks I'm such a soft touch that I will be able to let it all go and let him stay here, on cheap rent and running around the place like he owns it? I had to go away f...
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Gibbon-arsed ramblings of a hopeless underachiever. Thursday, October 08, 2009. I didn't much care for it. So I went quite again. I know. I guess I felt like I didn't have anything to write about, or like I didn't 'need' to write or whatever. For the longest time, it felt like there weren't any words in my head. I don't really know where to start. As young as my tongue. Older than my teeth. I can't even float. I Don't Believe It. The Man Who Fell Asleep.
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It's Peru, Baby.: July 2004
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It's Peru, Baby. Thursday, July 29, 2004. El Señor de Sipán. Finally made it to two places I've been wanting to go to for ages - and both on the same day! The museum Tumbas Reales de Sipán. Posted by Vanesita @ 7:22 pm 0 comments. Monday, July 26, 2004. Posted by Vanesita @ 5:18 pm 0 comments. Friday, July 23, 2004. Posted by Vanesita @ 5:44 pm 0 comments. Wednesday, July 21, 2004. God Save the Queen? There was no way I was going to make a tit out of myself in that way. "NO WAY, JOSÉ! But somehow, in Sou...
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Chelsea daaaarling: June 2006
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This is just the ramblings of a girl who eats out a lot and has many mates who want to subject themselves to my home cookery. Thursday, June 15, 2006. The other bit of news I forgot to mention was that I got engaged recently. Now we are planning on getting married next year, but one of the biggest shockers I have had is entirely underestimating the amount that caterers charge. That and wanting to have Beef Wellington! Posted by Caroline at 9:27 am. A little time has past. Posted by Caroline at 8:59 am.
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Chelsea daaaarling: October 2006
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This is just the ramblings of a girl who eats out a lot and has many mates who want to subject themselves to my home cookery. Monday, October 30, 2006. Well we think we have found a good caterer - I did meet with another one at the weekend but blimey was she an old stick in the mud. I fought hard to like her as she seemed very capable but she didn't like me much I could tell. Posted by Caroline at 2:13 pm. London, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Blogs by those I love. A little time has past.
