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Continue reading →: Tradition
It’s something we do every Christmas. We pick a nearby town or village and just walk around it. We look at the buildings. We point and say ‘huh look at that’ to each other. We think about the history of the place (there is always a lot of history to…
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Continue reading →: An apology
The place was buzzing when we entered. The smell of roasted vegetables, the chatter of comfortable people, and the warmth from the chill outside were intoxicating. Julie had succumbed to my pleas once again to stop for something hot and caffeinated. We sat at a table and waited. I fiddled…
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Continue reading →: Bad timing
So I caught the flu. Just over two weeks after recovering from COVID. And so the festive period that was supposed to be filled with relaxation and renewal was instead filled with shivering, sweat and an unimaginable amount of tissues. My body forced me to sleep. I didn’t want to,…
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Continue reading →: Waffles
I’m pretty sure the waffle maker is older than I am. The cover is that yellowed-white plastic that reminds me of the seventies and the sound of it opening and closing is positively medieval. It is most definitely a fire hazard. But whenever I see it on the table, I…
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Continue reading →: Walking
The apartment was too hot and the walls felt like they were closing in around me. Acting on impulse, I grabbed my coat and set off into the streets of Paris, picking a random direction and walking. The cool air and lack of purpose felt freeing as I wandered through…
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Continue reading →: Connection
I struggle to remember a Christmas period where I wasn’t ill. If you look back at Christmas photos from my childhood, you’ll see a pale boy smiling weakly, usually wrapped in multiple blankets. This year is not much different. I spent most of last night in a feverish haze. Today,…
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Continue reading →: Parisian Café
The ‘hunt for coffee’ is a new thing for me. I never thought I would become a coffee addict but there I was, cutting through the busy Noël foot traffic to dive into the nearest coffee shop I could find. The coffee was hot, bitter, and brown. My mouth said…
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Continue reading →: Travelling to Paris
Two parents sit on the Eurostar, their children distracted by games exploding with colour and sound on phones, finally snatch a moments rest, their heads leaning towards each other, towards the comfort of a familiar touch. Not seen: me, the creep across the aisle, taking a sneaky photo of them…
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Continue reading →: Nope
It’s cold. It’s dark. It keeps raining every time I try to go outside. I hate it.
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Continue reading →: Blogging
“Remember when we all used to have WordPress blogs? That was ages ago!”
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Hello,
I’m Rhi
I’m just a writer trying to live slower and be more observant of my feelings.
I am also a bit silly.
This blog is a mishmash of all that.
Rhi Axtell - Writer 