I have a confession to make, although it probably won’t come as much of a surprise if you’ve seen my Twitter: I’m not a fan of football. It’s not that I really actively dislike it, it just seems so pointless to me. And you know the worst bit? It’s after the game, when you have to
On Saturday morning Mr B was up and out of the house before 7.30am to avoid the laughter and noise of eight women around the kitchen table from 9am to play golf. When he returned just after lunch I found myself channeling my inner Lord Percy and imagining him as Blackadder: Except I
Yesterday I headed down the M3 to another National Trust house for a wander around Mottisfont Abbey and gardens, with Annie. I knew nothing of either the house or garden, but having now read the guide book I really do recommend you go and visit. The place is steeped history, people have lived there for
Well there’s an alliteration. That window above is today’s feature on Window Wednesday, taken in Woolbeding Church last weekend. (by Mr B I must add) Tucked away in a little village in West Sussex is a hamlet called Woolbeding, just outside Midhurst. We were down that way this weekend and my parents suggested we drop
We have what is known as a “formidable” ironing board. It arrived recently and really did remind me of a robot. Or an alien. And as I put it up in the spare bedroom I considered how under utilised ironing boards can be. Especially in this house <cough> You see we leave ours
Sometimes the real picture is behind you I don’t know if that is an actual quote but sometimes I feel it should be. We always focus on looking forwards, or staring at what we think we should be looking at, that we miss something else entirely. Something that actually be more of a story. I
One word. Yep, golf. I have never had a desire to play golf. Ever. My parents play it. Regularly. My husband plays it. Not as regularly as he would like, admittedly. But one of his birthday presents last year was golf club membership so it is safe to say he enjoys playing. Daughter’s boyfriend plays.
I have been following quite closely the story of Jon Platt who has taken his case about a term time holiday fine to the High Court. I was delighted he won the case this week and that the High Court has stated he doesn’t have a case to answer. Magistrates on the Isle of