It has probably escaped a lot of people’s attention this week, what with the football and everything, but Ascot starts today, and of course that means that on Thursday it is Ladies Day. I have been lucky enough to go for the past few years as Mr B can get tickets through work.
Nothing signifies that summer is finally here than the first barbecue of the weekend, does it? We had ours a couple of months ago because it means I don’t have to cook there is nothing like all sitting down in the garden and eating together, al fresco. Especially if it also coincides with the
If you asked me right now which way I am voting the answer would be leave. As in I want to leave the UK right now and come back on June 24th when it is all over. You can’t move for column inches in the press and for live debates on the TV.
RTFM You’ve heard that expression, right? Read the f*^”ing manual. Something many of us never do, do we? If we are honest. Who ever gets beyond the first page of a manual that falls out of the box our lastest shiny toy arrives in? I read “Congratulations on the purchase of your ….” and then
Father’s Day is fast approaching and it struck me this week that a lot of things I have been sent to review or that I have come across recently would make great gifts for Father’s Day. So here we go in one handy round up just in case you are stuck for an idea.
When I wrote about the gardens at Mottisfont last week I promised I would come back and share some pictures from the house. It really is one of my favourite National Trust Houses I have visited recently. Mainly because you can climb the attic staircase and see the maid’s room. I have always said
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