Archive for the ‘Perils of Paula’ Category

Wednesday 20th October, Istanbul Dear Diary, Athens was dull. There were a lot of boys but they were very obvious, all pretending to be macho and not actually delivering. I was pretty much out for the count anyway on account of my sore bottom. I have only just managed to get around to sitting down […]


Friday 15th October, Athens Dear Diary, Budapest was horrid. Even before I got there, the man at the border got very boring about something called a visa. I told him that Aunt B had never let me have my own credit card and he seemed to think I was being cheeky. Luckily after a huge […]


Monday 11 October Dear Diary, I am sitting on a train, which is a novel experience for me, both the sitting and the train. I have begun my first big adventure in the great wide world, although I have the most dreadful feeling I have forgotten something. Oh, well once I remember what I have […]