A lifestyle blog
… and you want to give them a house warming gift. What do you give them? When they are your best friends and you want to get them something that will last for years and that might remind them of your friendship whenever they see it. I have known the Cookes for over 15 years. Moving in to the house next door to them when I got divorced, it
Waterside Holiday Park sits just outside the seaside town of Weymouth, on the Dorset Coast. On the bit of England known as the Jurassic coast, with views out to Portland and its lighthouse called Bill. Not that I knew any of this before Waterside invited us to come down and stay with them for the weekend, you understand. And if I am honest, we still don’t know anymore than
In my continuing posts about my love of the Thermomix (or as I call it “75 Reasons to love Thermomix) this time I turn to the Cookidoo recipe platform, and why it gives you a luxury that money cannot buy: time. I have been thinking about this a lot recently. It doesn’t matter how much money you have, you can’t buy time. It’s a fixed commodity and
For Window Wednesday this week I am featuring this little gem: Mr Fogg’s Gin Parlour. Mr Fogg’s is an old fashioned gin parlour that feels like an 18th century front room, right in the heart of London, tucked away between Leicester Square and Covent Garden tube stations, with a bar serving gin and afternoon tea. I had been meaning to meet up with a friend when I was next in
Murder Mystery Party Game No dont worry, I am not about to confess to some heinous crime. This is the tagline on the back of a game we recently played with some friends, over dinner. We take it in turns to have dinner at each of our houses and I have now gone through my repertoire of meals I can offer guests who aren’t family. And as
Twitter erupted as the trailer revealing the 13th Dr Who was shown just after the Mens Wimbledon Final yesterday. To be honest I had forgotten the BBC had scheduled it to be shown then, because we haven’t watched Dr Who since Sir David of the Tennant left a few years ago. Matt Smith and Peter Capaldi, whilst great actors, just didn’t feel like great choices, so where once we all
I wasn’t really ready for it if I am honest. Speech day had been in my diary for a few months, I had booked the day off work and I had made sure the RSVP slip for the after presentation BBQ had been returned. But as the day approached it hit me. This was it. The last of my three children was leaving school. This is it.
My gin of the month for July is One Gin, a gin I whose story I have followed for a while, but that I only got to taste for the first time last month. I first came across it on Kickstarter, the crowd funding site and then in one of those weird twists of fate that happen sometimes I was invited to the launch party as a roving reporter
A rare blog from me, but I thought I would give you my perspective on our recent weekend away, before T gives you hers later in the week. Waterside Holiday Park invited us to come and try one of their new Safari Tents and T picked the first weekend in July, pretty much at random. Well, it was after exams had finished so there shouldn’t be a reason why
That is me above, right now. It isn’t, obvs, but it might as well be. So, regular readers will know that back in January another car drove into mine. Not nearly as dramatic as it sounds, I was stationary, he was doing 3 miles an hour. The damage to my car was minimal and as my car is seven years old I debated not getting the damage repaired at
Sandham Memorial Chapel is one of those unexpected gems that you wouldn’t know existed unless you had done your homework. You can’t even really see it from the road, other than a sign on the pavement, and a car park across the road featuring the National Trust logo. Mr B and his parents had visited a few years ago but I had been working so in search of something
We went to Brighton a couple of weeks ago and everywhere we went there are groups of women with sashes declaring who was the bride, mother of the bride, granny of the bride etc. Grown women wandering around the town centre on a Saturday afternoon with penises on headbands and L plates round their necks. If I am honest, it all looked a bit, what’s the word? Tragic. One