(Before I get into this next part, I want to let you know I found out that I was not “deported” from the UK, I was “removed”. There is a big difference. “Removed” is much

I’ve finished writing part two, and now I just need to edit it, as I was up till 4 am working on it and got a little loopy. (I’m fairly certain it gets rather weird

  It’s been a week and a half since I happily packed my bags in anticipation of traveling again, even if this time for only a few months. A week and a half since my daughter Hannah and I happily chatted as she

I’m parked at the National Gallery again. I’ve even managed to snag my favourite seat in the Espresso Bar. Its the end seat of the long wooden bar, closest to the restrooms and facing the

Well, after a bit of a strange bus ride from Glasgow to London I am parked back in one of my favourite spots in London… the National Gallery Expresso Bar. I have to admit, I enjoyed

So far there have been six different sets of guests here with me at the cottage, ranging from stays of one night to a week and a half. First off were a couple and their teenage