A lifestyle blog
People often ask me “why do you love blogging?”. Or sometimes they don’t ask it but just roll their eyes and give that look of “whatever” when I mention that I have a blog and I feel I need to tell them why I love blogging. And increasingly I hear “I really want to start a blog, you get so much free shit amazing stuff”. Which I get very defensive
So I thought I would share with you a pic I took recently of something that makes me smile. Okay so it is a bit egotistical but when you have spent your life looking for personalised things and NEVER found any, you get a bit excited when a company says “we can put whatever you like on our product”. Therefore, in light of there being no gallery from Tara this
Got that? I am not a potato. Nor am I a butternut squash
Ah green. Green on The Gallery this week. Makes you think of lush green fields, doesn’t it at this time of year. Hedgerows springing forth. The sound of cricket being played on the village green. The view above was my view of a green this morning. Speech day at J’s school. The end of term. The beginning of the long luxurious holidays. They always finish before Henley Regatta so this
I know a bit about Twitter. I can now even say that I have an award for Social Media. I don’t do it on a professional basis, but I do follow a number of businesses and know that when using it professionally you need to be professional. And if you are company who doesn’t really understand social media, you employ an outside company to do it for you. You sit
Yes that name badge has been altered to say “Sexual being”. That is what happens when you let Annie near your name badge with a biro. It was Sunday morning at about 11.30 that it hit me. That I realised I had me a bad case of the post Britmums Blues. We had gone to TK Maxx to spend the gift card they had put in the goodie bag we
This is a personal one on Ranty Friday today. So forgive me. On Wednesday night my daughter, the lovely C, got a phone call from an employee at Bowlplex in Basingstoke to say she was banned from entering the premises for six months. Right after she had been in. And had been in last month, and a couple of times in the previous few months. What had she done? Worked
What must it be like for a child who’s parent is constantly grumbling about being fat? I hadn’t really thought about it before this week. I do a lot of reading on the internet. In fact the vast majority of my reading I do online. Downloaded books, magazines I subscribe too, even my daily edition of the Times, all delivered to my Nexus. It is rare, therefore, that I
Ah, Dads over on The Gallery this week. And knowing this was the theme for this week I took a photo specifically for it (I don’t normally do that, I prefer to hunt through the old ones). That is my dad. I am the only person who gets to call him dad, you can call him Neil. If you are the teens you call him Pom Pom (C couldn’t
It’s been a bad week for women and justice. First of all yesterday Stuart Hall got sentenced to 15 months for offences against young girls, some as young as 9. Thirteen women in fact. Women that he initally said were part of a “vendetta against people in the public eye”. Two months ago he admitted to his crimes. He didn’t hold his hands up and admit to them immediately, he
It is a question that I see asked regularly in blogging forums. “I have been sent this to review but I hate it, should I write a negative review?”. My answer is always yes. As bloggers we value the trust our readers have in us to be honest when reviewing something and if never write bad stuff then the internet is just awash with praise. The fact that there is
I can hardly believe I am starting a rant about chocolates but rant I shall, for this is Ranty Friday. This week I treated myself (I wish Treats would come back. If only so I can tell my joke: How do you get a peanut out of your ear? Pour in chocolate and it comes out a Treat. That joke doesn’t work with M&Ms) to a bag of Revels. I