When we bought this house eight years ago we went through hell. A hell that one day I will blog about but suffice to say it was almost the breaking of us. The dream home we bought from developers soon turned out to be a nightmare. It had not been built to the agreed plans and they had hidden from us the fact that retrospective planning had been refused. And not only that but a demolition order had been placed on half the house. A fact we discovered from a local councillor who saw boxes being unloaded the day we moved in and asked what the hell we were doing.
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So you have joined Twitter. Finally. Excellent. Welcome to the best bar in town. Not that it is my bar or that I am in any position to welcome you but I do feel I need to have a word. Initially on Friday night when I heard you had joined Twitter was a bit “yeah, whatever”. Not because I am not a fan, but because I knew what would happen once you had joined.
Rumour has it that this drink was invented in the 1980s when a barman was asked by a customer for a drink that would wake him up. In this house it was invented as I am not a fan of espresso but I am a fan of Martini and trying to drink more of it as I love the smell of coffee and everything about it. And Mr B is a MASSIVE fan of coffee so I am determined to enjoy it alongside him.
I was first introduced to these cocktails when I met the gorgeous Sophie from Super Amazing Mum for lunch a bazillion years ago. In fact I published this post and Sophie reminded me of that lunch. I am ashamed to say that I had forgotten all about it. Though not her and it has reminded me that I haven’t seen her in an age and that we must remedy that.
The news of Peaches Geldof’s tragic death at the age of 25 broke yesterday afternoon as I had a wee. Checking my Twitter feed as I had the wee I had been too busy to have for the preceding three hours, I sat in stunned silence for twenty minutes. As I read tweet after tweet from people shocked at this dreadful news.
Yes there were the ones from celebs who knew her but more than that there were tweets, such as mine that simply said “no no no no no, this cannot be true”. Or simply “RIP Peaches”. Or that referred to her beautiful little boys, barely one and two who would now grow up without a mummy.
Yesterday was one of those days that are becoming a regular occurrence at Barrow Towers.
We have a plan for the day, in this case the Boat Race. Then I see something on Twitter and mention it in a nonchalant kinda way to Mr B who looks at me and says “are we doing that then?”. I take that as being enthusiastic as it is not a categoric “you have to be kidding” and book it.
Since the Boat Race wasn’t until 6pm that gave us lots of time to do something else, despite that fact we had a million things we should have been doing at home. Life is for living, right?
Quick text to friends who I think will also enjoy the two events, and that’s it. Day planned.
I read an article this week about the number of people who regret having tattoos. Something like one in six wish they had never had theirs done. One in three wishes they had done it somewhere on their body less visible. And it reminded me of an article in the Guardian I had read years ago about a mother who had a meltdown when her son had hers.
If you don’t remember, last month I posted an article called Half Pipes which was about my skating experiences as a young’n. This is a follow up that gives a bit more of an insight as to what you should consider when or if your child starts to getting into the great hobby. The thrill of learning a new sport, practicing tricks and playing with your friends is one of the best parts of youth. Skateboarding is resurging in popularity, so be sure to equip your child with all that they need before surfing the pavement.
Our visit to Tanzania was timed to coincide with International Women’s Day this year. A real chance to show that there are women who are inspiring, despite living in some of the world’s poorest communities. It has been a real honour to meet them this week and has once again reignited my desire to keep on shouting really loudly about how incredible African women are.
It has also reinforced my belief that women the world over are all identical. Some may have more material things than others. Some may have a nicer house or a more extensive wardrobe. But at the heart of us all is a desire to provide for our families. To support them financially and emotionally and to do the best by our children.