I am not a sodding potato
You probably don’t know this about me but my perfect day would involve a very large bed. White cotton bedding and a huge amount of pillows. A pile of newspapers and copious amounts of tea. This to me is pretty much the height of luxury. So it is slightly baffling that I have
We have hosted many parties in our garden over the years and I like to think of myself as something of an expert. I like to think that our parties show we have put a bit of effort into them and really thought our guests having a fun time. Rather than just sorting out food
I didn’t realise that sirens made me hold my breath. Past tense. It was the fact that I realised on Monday morning that I no longer subconsciously paid attention to them as they sped up the road that made me realise they had that affect on me. That they made me hold my breath and
As always I am handing in my home work and apologising profusely for the fact it is late. It should have been in by yesterday but, well, the last week hasn’t exactly gone to plan and the time I thought I would have to make this, Friday afternoon, was the time we were learning
I am sure it won’t have escaped your attention that Great British Bake Off is back. Still dividing opinion it would seem on whether it should be on Channel 4 or not, and how it isn’t the same with out Mary but it’s not about that for me. It’s about watching bakers create things
Not all of it, obviously. But some of it. “It” being media outlets in this country. Two things in particular this week have seriously pissed me off. Made me want to bang my head against my desk and wonder if this is 2018 or the dark ages. The first was this tweet, with a
The Feathers Hotel is a 21 room hotel in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, a sleep little village with a bustling high street full of independent shops and pubs. The hotel itself sits in the heart of the village (hence the lack of a car park but there is plenty of on street parking around) and is steeped
When I got the first one it was going to be the only one. I didn’t really have a desire to cover my body in ink, just a wish to remember two friends in some way. To remind myself that life is for living and that tomorrow you could be on holiday and die in
