Right, now that my youngest’s birthday is out of the way I can talk about Christmas (self imposed embargo on the use of the C word until mid November you see). Here’s some great ideas for festive fun with the National Trust in Sussex this Christmas. If you’re looking for somewhere special to escape the high street crowds this Christmas, consider a visit to a National Trust house
Have you heard about imposter syndrome? … a psychological pattern in which an individual doubts their accomplishments and has a persistent internalized fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. 70% of us recognise these thoughts in ourselves apparently, and can understand the impact this has on not just our work lives, but our every day lives. I have had it for years, essentially it means I think I am useless.
The final part of our trip to Barbados is a list of the places we went to on days 11 to 16, the last portion of our holiday. If you want to catch up on the other days you can find there here: Barbados Part 1 and Barbados Part 2 Day Eleven We had promised ourselves a day in Bridgetown. So us girls could shop, and so the boys
This isn’t going to be big news to you I know, but I felt I should explain, and do it here rather than posting one of my usual (of late) really wordy Instagram posts. I have killed off the duck in the mask that has served as my avatar on line since I first joined Twitter nearly ten years ago. I have never been one for messing about with
When I wrote part one of our trip to Barbados (Reflections on Barbados — part 1) I had no intention of splitting it into three posts. I thought I would just list all 16 days on one post but having reached 1000 words and 10 photos after just five days I thought it best to split it. So here is the second part of our Barbados trip, days 6
It won’t have escaped the attention of the eagle eyed amongst you that we have just spent a couple of weeks in Barbados. It seemed like a good idea therefore put all the info in one place on where we went, where we ate and some useful tips and information in case you might be considering heading over there any time soon. Except that would make for a
Are the lyrics to This Is Me, from the Greatest Showman not some of the greatest ever penned? When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised I am who I’m meant to be, this is me Look out ’cause here I come And I’m marching on to the beat I drum I’m not scared to
From the road you would have no idea that behind that unassuming wooden door stands the most incredible home. Featured on Grand Designs a few years ago it is hard to imagine that this building was a derelict and crumbling old violin factory. Just a five minute stroll from Waterloo there is a peace about it, it’s a little oasis of calm. Echo Sub — £119.99 Echo
But don’t you see, T? Your niche is you Hmm I hadn’t thought of that when I had a wobble on Instagram recently. I kept reading that people on that social media platform need a niche, a curated feed, a USP that made people want to follow them and devour their posts. A planned grid so the pictures when looked at all together had a theme.
Ginger cake and the Grand Prix is a winning combination for a Sunday afternoon if you ask me. Followed by Antiques Roadshow and a cracking drama. Did you watch The Bodyguard? If you didn’t, please catch up, it’s superb. Oh and Killing Eve has been incredible too, so brilliantly played and if Jodie Cromer doesn’t get a BAFTA then I am going to demand a recount.
It’s probably some kind of miracle that I have got to the age I have without having to take regular medication. Though that all changed this summer when I finally got my “yes you are getting old” diagnosis and was eventually prescribed HRT. This now means that every two months I need a repeat prescription for a patch that I wear for a week before discarding it
When Ranty Friday was a regular thing I would blog about one thing. Invariably it was only thing that had wound me up in the preceding week, so Friday was my day to get it off my chest. Not this week though. Quite a few things have pushed my buttons. Starting with Jan Moir. I can’t stand the woman quite frankly. She’s got a vile outlook