We have certainly had some recently haven’t we? It has been biblical at times. Particularly so on Friday night when the country almost went into lock down and there were various warnings put out to say that nobody should travel unless absolutely necessary.
I don’t do maths. Can’t do maths. I hate numbers and am bordering on phobic. Numbers make me feel stupid. I have blogged before about my lack of a maths GCSE (or technically speaking lack of an O level as GCSEs hadn’t been invented. Yes, I really am that old). I make no secret of it, or the fact I am not terribly academic. It’s a fact. I am not looking for sympathy or messages of contradiction telling me “oh but you are”. I didn’t do A levels, hell I barely scraped five O levels, a similar number of CSEs (the equivalent of a foundation GCSE).
Well clearly not birth itself. Obviously. But this week on Ranty Friday something has got right on my wick. We heard that Nick Knowles and his lovely wife were expecting their first child together in August. Excellent news you might think. But not if you have read about in the press or seen “debates” on Twitter.
So what with all this bedroom moving around that has been going on recently it has been a bit of a mess upstairs. It started off pretty tidy but then… well…. you know that saying about not being able to make a cake without breaking eggs? Well that was pretty much spot on last weekend, with our landing being the mixing bowl.
There is no Gallery this week but instead Tara is joining up with Coca Cola and their campaign “Reasons to Believe”. This is what she says about it:
Scrimping used to have such negative connotations didn’t it? Almost penny pinching. Miserly maybe. Not these day now. Savvy shoppers and living frugally mean that we are all scrimping.
I know I am. Life for us is expensive at the moment. I am not particularly sure why. There just seems to be one thing after another that leaves me staring at my bank account thinking “but there is still so much month left”.
Oh my word. Well if every a category had my name stamped all over it, it was this one. I cannot tell you how many photos there are on my phone of food. I photograph every meal when we go out. I Instagram a lot of them, and I just keep the others. I don’t even know why.
It certainly isn’t to try and recreate them. Well that would just be shameful, wouldn’t it? Can you imagine the disaster that would be?