Middle Aged, Menopausal, Muddling along
Next month I turn 50. A whole half a century. In a summer that saw Woodstock and moon landings yours truly arrived into the world in a hospital in Roehampton. It was the summer that Bryan Adams would go on to sing about and as he was buying his first real six string in a five and dime, playing it til his fingers bled, my parents were working out
Google “cheating on hairdresser” and you get over three quarters of a million results. Some telling you how to do it, some telling you it is the best thing they ever did, some saying they regretted it the second the stylist made the first cut and are now wearing a hat for eight weeks. My reason for cheating on my hairdresser recently was a little less complicated and was
“You’re fat because you eat too much” is a direct quote from an article Michael Buerk has published this week. He went on to say that essentially we should give fat people the facts and then let them die, thereby saving the NHS money. The NHS is buckling under the weight of obese people and that they are reason it’s in the current dire financial state Thanks
If I had to write a top five of phrases to live by “just do you” would certainly be up there. I was reminded of this on Twitter yesterday when a chap I have never met but have chatted to online for years sent me this Tweet: And it really struck a chord. Then, weirdly, I got my daily email from Medium and included a link to an
ALKIMI is an innovative first in household cleaning. Have you heard about them? It is likely you haven’t but that is a shame because it’s a new cleaning sensation. I have been trying their products for a month or two now and although I was sent the products to try once they run out I will be buying and continuing to use them. ALKIMI use naturally derived ingredients to
We recently spent an afternoon at Taste of London as guests of our friends at The Firepod We hadn’t seen them for awhile so we were keen to find out all about what has been happening over the past couple of years with their pizza ovens. If you don’t know about them, do look them up. We have been huge fans of theirs for years (since they were on Kickstarter
This is it, if they haven’t gone back already, children all over the country are heading back to school this week. New hair cuts, shiny shoes, pristine book bags. And as they all head off us parents can let out a collective sigh of relief that we have done it. We have checked everything off the kit list, remembered to sort out dinner money, or bought the new lunch box, and
My phone buzzed at 07.18 this morning. Not my alarm, I had turned that off at 5am when I had finally given up on sleep because my mind was whirring, but a text. A text that had been sent with a query that needed to be dealt with fairly urgently. This on the back of another interruption from the outside world last night at 10.15pm. I am always attached to
If you know anything about me you will know I love a back story. With all the gins in my collection I know a bit about either the reason it came to being, or something about the distiller. Products only come to exist because somebody decided to make it happen. It doesn’t matter if that is a gin, a candle, a piece of tech, somebody somewhere had the idea
“What do you mean you don’t have notifications on for emails and only check it a couple of times a day?” I was incredulous. The very idea that my husband didn’t get a red dot on his home screen that alerted him to the fact I had sent a message that needed his urgent attention horrified me. That after being together for 17 years I was only just learning
I have always said that I don’t have a problem with cooking every night, I have a problem with the planning of a week’s meals and the buying of the ingredients. I sit down to menu plan, often with a ton of books or my online Thermomix recipe platform and my mind goes blank. Trying to come up with interesting, varied and healthy recipes for a week takes me forever.
As the great Simon Calder once said, if you want to travel you should really start in your own back yard. It struck a chord with me as I have been lucky enough to spend many a holiday abroad but have largely ignored the fact I live in a gorgeous part of England. So when I was asked if Mr B and I would like a night away in
Every year one of Mr B’s oldest friends, Rupe, (met at uni 30 years ago “old”) hosts a cricket match in memory of his son Luke, who died suddenly a few years ago aged 12. Held on Luke’s birthday it’s a “lads vs dads match” and the day also raises money for Great Ormond Street and ends with a barbecue. It is the perfect way to spend a
