That sounds like a bit of an exaggeration doesn’t it? We often refer to things as being life changing. Take our coffee machine for instance. Every morning when we grind the beans and then make that perfect coffee we mutter “life saver, thanks” or feel that mug of steaming hot caffeine has just changed
I was recently tagged by Nickie at I Am Typecast in an old school, this is me post. Not so much because Nickie wanted to tell us more about herself, but more because she wanted to participate in a blog post meme like we all used to do when we first started out on
We weren’t even really meant to be in the Leake Street Tunnel on Saturday. Heck before we arrived I hadn’t heard of it, despite it being under the train tracks at Waterloo, our point of arrival into London whenever we travel by train. We arrived there as part of a group taking part in a
Yep, it won’t have escaped your attention that today is World Book Day. It seems to come around with alarming speed every year and send parents into a complete panic as schools issue edicts about what children can and can’t dress up today. I have heard of some saying no super heroes. Say what?!
Have you ever fancied rebooting your life? If you are anything like me you do it about four hundred times a day. Sometimes it is something small you want to change like finding a way for you to not have to empty the dishwasher for the third time. Sometimes it is something huge like dumping
I feel I need to draw one, you know, a line in the sand. A full stop has a finality to it and, well, there is no finality here. But there does need to be a line drawn in the sand. For me, if nobody else. The past few months have been tough, if I
I saw a friend sharing a post recently about her word of the year and I immediately started writing a blog post in my head, outlining mine. I have lots of blog posts in my head. All the time. Some never see the light of the day. Actually most never see the light of the
Those of you that know me will know I am not particularly religious. I was at one point. Vaguely. My parents decided it should be my decision as to whether I wanted to be christened, not theirs (it was the late sixties so yay for hippies). I decided at about 13 that I did want