A lifestyle blog
I am sorry that there is another Ranty Friday about drivers but, well, there you go. There is because there is something that I am raging about on a near daily basis at the moment. I do a 60 mile a day school run. Yep, 15 miles each way and at the moment that route includes three, yes three, sets of road works
If you take a look around you at all all the stuff in the shops for Christmas you would think that Jesus was born so we could stuff our faces with buy two for a tenner tubs of chocolates. When did massive packets of everything signify Christmas? Nothing says “Joy to the World” quite like a yard of Crunchie, does it?
Are you? I think I might be. Presents I have ordered have started to arrive and I starting my planning of Christmas food and goodies. The spare bed is now my Christmas store as presents get piled on to it and now food and goodies too. I discovered Lidl this week and we now have more gingerbread and Stollen than should be legal.
I am loving all sorts of things this month so this is another round up of all sorts that I want to tell you about as some of them will make ideal Christmas presents. Yes, you may now talk about Christmas within earshot of me since it is December.
I can hear you now “what is she on about now? Ranty Friday and fake likes? What?” What even is a “fake like”? Well let me tell you because this week on Ranty Friday I am both mildly ranty but actually really sad that social media has come to this. Below is a copy of an email I received this recently: My name’s Ben and I design apps
Father It has been a while since my last confession. Oh hang on a minute. Wrong script. Let’s start again Father Christmas, hello
ah morning morning morning. My busiest time of the day. The results of which normally exhaust me. The theme today for The Gallery is Morning and I expect there will be beautiful dawns, cheery baby smiles, pictures of toast but for me the picture above is what morning means to me. Keys for the 60, if I am lucky, but more like 90 minute school run. Tea because I can’t
There has been much debate today with some friends about how to make the perfect cuppa. Be it tea or coffee. Sparked by one friend saying “I hate making tea. I don’t really drink it so I can’t make it”. I have similar thoughts on coffee, I can’t make coffee and do you know what, I don’t care as I don’t drink it. And thankfully Mr B drinks it black
Following on from my post on Friday (what do you mean “what post?” It is here Ranty Friday. Go read it. I will wait for you to come back) where I had a full blown rant about a teacher’s attitude I thought I would follow it up with the exact opposite. Something that just by its very nature promotes positivity in body image. I am waffling. Let me rein it
We hear this alot don’t we? I know somebody who worked in a bank and there was a really strict rule about not judging people coming into the bank to open an account. To not treat the person looking incredibly scruffy as though they were a tramp. The rule was brought in back in the seventies when a very scruffy man did walk into a branch and enquire about opening
Yep. Apparently so. If you are fat you cannot be either beautiful or successful. Let me explain. I saw a good friend of mine this week as she came to my house straight from a meeting at school where she had been discussing one of her children with the Deputy Head. The above words actually came out of the Deputy Head’s mouth. “well if you are fat you can’t be
This might be one of my favourite times of the year, November. So I am a bit pleased it is the theme for the Gallery this week. I love the excuse to not go out. To stay inside and do nothing but drink hot chocolate and watch TV. When it is not so freezing that your ears break off when you go outside. Or your plans disrupted by the wrong