A lifestyle blog
Villa in Menorca Looking back on our Menorcan holiday there are lots of moments that stand out as being lovely but the one that I remember the best is when Ellie and Jonnie surprised us at El Torro, the highest point of the island. You see going away with two older children meant that we had booked two hire cars, allowing Mr B and I to do what
Stunning Party Dresses That Will Make You Look a Million Dollars With the party season just around the corner, now is the perfect time to take a look at the latest dress trends. Retailers like Fashion World already have most of their A/W party dresses in stock. So, if you want the biggest choice of cuts and styles, now is the best time to get yourself online or, if you
hosting grown up birthday parties We have become something of an expert at hosting grown up birthday parties in our garden over the years and I like to think of myself as something of an expert. I like to think that our parties show we have put a bit of effort into them and really thought our guests having a fun time. Rather than just sorting out food and drink
Where to Go on a Rather Lovely Wine Tour in France Those of you who know me will also know that I love a glass of vino or two. So what better way to celebrate this than to pick out some of the top places in France to enjoy a wine tour? Interestingly, around 10 million people visit France each year to taste its delectable wines, with some of
I didn’t realise that sirens made me hold my breath. Past tense. It was the fact that I realised on Monday morning that I no longer subconsciously paid attention to them as they sped up the road that made me realise they had that affect on me. That they made me hold my breath and wait for the phone call from my granny’s care home to say “we have had
Gateaux Vert As always I am handing in my home work and apologising profusely for the fact it is late. It should have been in by yesterday but, well, the last week hasn’t exactly gone to plan and the time I thought I would have to make this, Friday afternoon, was the time we were learning my granny had past away that morning. She loved to bake my
Bourbons I am sure it won’t have escaped your attention that Great British Bake Off is back. Still dividing opinion it would seem on whether it should be on Channel 4 or not, and how it isn’t the same with out Mary but it’s not about that for me. It’s about watching bakers create things in a tent and discussing on Twitter who our instant favourite is, and who
Not all of it, obviously. But some of it. “It” being media outlets in this country. Two things in particular this week have seriously pissed me off. Made me want to bang my head against my desk and wonder if this is 2018 or the dark ages. The first was this tweet, with a link to an article in the Daily Mirror asking “What will happen to Holly Willoughby’s
The Feathers Hotel is a 21 room hotel in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, a sleep little village with a bustling high street full of independent shops and pubs. The hotel itself sits in the heart of the village (hence the lack of a car park but there is plenty of on street parking around) and is steeped in history: The front reception area and study was a Sanatorium in the late 18th
When I got the first one it was going to be the only one. I didn’t really have a desire to cover my body in ink, just a wish to remember two friends in some way. To remind myself that life is for living and that tomorrow you could be on holiday and die in a horrific freak of nature called a tsunami. That is what had happened to our
What do you weigh? No not in kgs. But as a person, if you added up your worth, what would you weigh? Hang on, let me explain. There’s been a definite shift recently in being body positive online. Hell I should know, I have even done it myself over the past few weeks. Posting far more selfies in a fortnight than I have in the past eight years combined.
You are most interested in the seagull poo, aren’t you? I have to be honest and say it isn’t the highlight of my year driving a convertible (as you would expect) especially as I was 100 miles from home and en route to a funeral. But I had to just sit there, laugh, and take it on the chin. Or right shoulder to be more accurate. The perils of being