It is also National Dog Biscuit Day and National Toast Day but I figured that you might not need a recipe for either of those. Well not from me anyway. What I thought you might need though is a recipe for banana bread in case you wanted to join in with National Banana Bread Day.
Savages. Despite our favourite family saying being (in the most pompous voice we can muster) “We aren’t savages” we were. Well our ancestors certainly were. And despite all the history and majesty of Warwick Castle that is the one over-riding feeling I come away with. Horrible Histories is not wrong. A moat
I admit, publishing my gin of the month post for February at 10am on a Monday morning is pushing the limits of acceptable behaviour, even by my standards. By rights it should be a weekend post, or a Friday night one maybe. Not 10am on a Monday morning. But hear me out.
I have spent two and a half hours walking at speed (and when I say “speed” I mean purposefully, rather than just that wandering type walk I am prone to do around the house) this week and therefore I am now an expert on the subject and feel I should share with you some things
Want to come and see snowdrops tomorrow? That was the message that popped up on my phone as I walked the dog in the dark on Friday night. As I tried to work just which bit of the hedge I should be rummaging under to do my civic duty after the dog had
Sometimes I think I want to be buried, and other times I think I want to be cremated. I suppose I need to make my mind up really or my family will have no idea what to do after my demise and if they get it wrong (through no fault of their own) it
I was in Boots last week, looking for sunglasses. Topical for February, I know. I wear sunglasses all year round as I struggle with any amount of brightness when I am driving, so if they aren’t on my face they are on my head. I also have an unruly fringe you see and sunglasses are
We are very quick to put our celebs and famouses up on pedestals in this society, and then we are equally as quick to smash the pedestal out from under them at the first opportunity. Then we all sit back on the moral high horse and poke them with the judgement stick in the