Border Force Falafel. By guest blogger Marie la vie @ planteatingposts (Instagram) A sour mood and sluggish appetite can often be remedied by the appearance of a falafel vendor in my long experience.In this instance, the vendor was a big blue double decker – “The Big Greek Bus”, parked on Folkestone harbour, and selling take... Continue Reading →
It’s a…baby
Yep, that's right, my rapidly expanding waistline wasn't entirely due to my excessive falafel consumption in recent months. Every time I go for a check or scan, I am mildly surprised that my bump does, in fact, contain a human baby, and not a large ball of falafel (as previously suspected). As a slightly paranoid... Continue Reading →