The first day of a villa holiday is always dominated by a food shop, isn’t it? Or in our case two. I never leave home without tea and milk but it’s hard to bring anything more than that isn’t it? And I do love a foreign supermarket! Mr B and I did a quick
We arrived at Villa Grace late last night, slightly battered by a rather disrupted flight (not the fault of the airline at all, who were amazing, but a rather loud passenger who not only screamed for an hour but kicked the back our seats and threw things at our heads) and pretty much dumped
When Leesa Sleep got in touch to ask if I would like to receive one of their mattresses in exchange for an honest review, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. Sleep it something that both Mr B and I struggle with. Me, I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat but I wake
This is another regular blog feature that got binned because I thought regular ranting might not be good for my blood pressure. But I have missed getting stuff off my chest so have decided to bring the feature back, though I can’t promise it will be every week. In fact this one has been in
Window Wednesday used to be a pretty regular thing around these parts. And then it drifted off which always made me a bit sad if I am honest. So with a new vision and determination to write regularly I am bringing it back as often as I can. If you don’t know, I love windows.
I wasn’t sure what to call this post that wasn’t a long waffly one but this is the last post from me that will land in your inbox. Not my last ever post (don’t be ridiculous) but I won’t be sending them out automatically and landing in your inbox anymore. For all sorts of reasons.
I don’t actually know where to start with this one if I am honest. To such an extent that I haven’t been able to get my head around the angle I want to come at this post and have, therefore, sat on it for ten days. I should probably just start at the beginning
It might be Ramadam and several hours into today’s fast but Abdullah is cooking waffles for anybody who wanders along to the day room on the first floor. Whilst Abdullah might be observing the ritual of not eating or drinking between sunrise and sunset he is more than happy to cook waffles because it