This is my last column from Krakow. Hello. I think it's Saturday. And November. Is it? I missed a day somewhere on the dateline, I'm very completely massively liminally overadverbially...
Turns out there is much room for improvement in my appreciation of one of Poland's proud culinary/cultural traditions. Mushrooms. (Much room. See what I did there!?), writes Liz Breslin.
It's reasonable, when you're away from your people and your place, for an extended amount of time, to feel a little homesick, writes Liz Breslin.
Unesco City of Literature residency writer Liz Breslin finds a way to cool off in Krakow. Or does she?
So, hello from the other side. I'm staying at the Villa Decius, set in parkland almost equidistant to the airport and the Old Town Market Square of Krakow, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
How many emotions can you pack into the start of one sentence, wonders Liz Breslin.
Being away from home can today be a matter of so far and yet so near. A bit like cricket, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Now is the winter of our discontent - and there's plenty to get upset about.
Liz Breslin pays tribute to Sports Parents that she's seen and been.
Essential oils should be treated with the greatest respect, writes Liz Breslin.
I always wanted to wear glasses, growing up. I felt it would mark me out as the intelligent being I would one day blossom into, writes Liz Breslin.
This week I am tending towards the euphoric. I've been spending time in festivalland, a kid in the Festival of Colour lollyshop, writes Liz Breslin.
I'm tying myself up in inarticulable knots this week, thinking about how to write about International Women's Day, writes Liz Breslin.
Eighty-nine years of bridge jumping and a sign is trying to stamp out decades of local history with no consultation or sense, writes Liz Brelin.
Once upon a time, I was at one of those meetings where people do that icebreaker chat that goes - Tell us a secret about yourself. This was my big reveal: I love watching Next Top Model, writes LIz Breslin.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, writes Liz Breslin. The fridge is stuffed, the house is full and the car parks in town are more crowded than the mitten in that Ukrainian folk tale.
There are times when it 's very good to be able to overcome self-doubt. To dwell in a state of certainty, writes Liz Breslin.
You can’t be good at all the things all the time, and nobody likes a show off, but I would like to be a little bit less distinctly average at growing things, says Liz Breslin.
When there's nothing remotely interesting on TV, channelling your inner collage artist is not the answer, writes Liz Breslin.