I have been blogging in my native tongue for more than 4 years now, and have thus discovered that not all pleasures of life are either illegal or fattening. I have a small, but extremely kind and encouraging following, who have been more appreciative than I could ever hope for. I write my ‘old’ blog in my native Polish because it was conceived as a way of keeping my parents, who don’t speak English, abreast of their grandson’s development. My 8 -year-old son, Nicholas, is autistic, and the blog was also intended as a place where I could write about the latest research into ASD. However, as a freelance journalist and writer, I soon found myself veering off those topics and writing about everything under the Sun: fashion, baking, Britain, Scandinavia, beauty, books, films, TV, environment, cheese, owls…anything I care about and enjoy. I just can’t stick to one theme, which is why I will not get a book deal *chuckle*. But I have lived in the UK for nearly a decade now and the need to write in a language understood by 1.8 billion humans, rather than just the 40 or so million, who had the (mis)fortune of being born Polish, has now become pressing. You can certainly expect a hefty dose of cakes, owls, all manner of Scandi loveliness, fashion and other ‘areas of expertise’, i.e. celebrity nonsense – you have been warned.