The Gallery — Eyes

The Theme for the Gallery this week has a real meaning behind it and is something I very much take for granted.   Tara has picked “Eyes” as she is supporting the #SeeTheMiracle campaign where Sightsavers are trying to raise £30 Million by 2018.   Tara explains why here: Today a man in Africa is

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Is the art of letter writing dead?

When did you last write something longer than ten words?  With a pen? I struggle to think if I am honest.  Which makes me think that if the art of letter writing isn’t quite dead yet it should probably be administered the last rites. I wrote a shopping list of about 30 things on Saturday

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My Higgidy Special Guest Pie

Oh yes.   It was a fabulous day at Barrow Towers when the goodie bag below arrived.  You see I love a bag.   I have several hundred logo’ed shopping bags and have to be restrained when I am out shopping somewhere that sells one I might not have.   The squeal from seeing the

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I can do it

I have a Bob the Builder earworm in my head chanting “I can do it” instead of “can we fix it?  Yes we can”.   And it is all thanks to a conference I am going to tomorrow called I Can Do It.    It’s the brainchild of Hay House publishing and to be honest

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Salted Caramel Baileys chocolate fudge Recipe

So there was a thing on Twitter, as there often is.   A thing involving Henley Literary Festival earlier this week.   A thing with Emma Freud who was interviewing Dawn O’Porter off the telly.   And a thing about Emma having a thing about bring cakes to events.  Last year the thing was cronuts as

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The Gallery — Creative

I do love it when the theme for The Gallery is one I have to think about.  Sometimes the theme that Tara sets means a photo pops into my head that I think will be perfect fit.  Sometimes I then can’t find that picture (the perils of being completely disorganised when it comes to photos)

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Fright Night at Thorpe Park

I can’t believe I have agreed to this.  Truly.   When we were asked to be Ambassadors for Thorpe Park I was thrilled.  Delighted.  And then I remembered it would mean we have to go to Fright Night. Me. Who is scared of the dark and when Mr B is away has to sleep with

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