(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Celebrating my Daughter's ninth birthday last week, I remember how it all began one cold January night in 2008. 'Of course you can still get pregnant! You might be an old bird, but you are a healthy old bird!' This was my plain-speaking friend, Jo, on our first … Continue reading I believe in miracles – and birthday surprises!
(From my memoir ‘to Paris for lunch’) I feel very honoured to have been asked to publish more tales about my family, so here is another one: My Father’s parents’ house was always such a busy place when we all came to visit, especially when it was Oma Erna's birthday. We would arrive with a … Continue reading Forgetting Oma Ostpreussen
(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Oma Erna, my Father's Mother, was furious! 'Get out of my kitchen and put some clothes on!' Fritz, my Opa, had for the fifth time that morning interfered with the way she used the hot water: he told her she had put the cooker on too high for … Continue reading To boil potatoes without lighting the fire
(From my memoir 'To Paris for lunch') I will never forget the brilliant Adrian Gwillym at Academy Costumes. He started working for the National Theatre from a very young age and later on set up his own production company near Waterloo station. His knowledge on costumes is vast and he has dressed (and still does … Continue reading The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
(From my memoir ' To Paris for lunch') My German boyfriend's realisation that instead of becoming a doctor, his parent's dream and life ambition, he wanted to become a professional jazz saxophonist, changed everything in my life. He decided that to fulfil his dream; he had to be in London, where things were really happening. … Continue reading I can sew!