A lifestyle blog
I had to double check with Annie that I could join How Does Your Garden Grow when I wasn’t actually talking about a garden. How does your verge grow, doesn’t have the same ring does it? Or How Does Your Central Reservation Grow. Just no. Last week whilst driving to Tesco my mind was racing with all the things I had to remember. Not just the shopping list
Think of it as like Disney for grown ups. And the best bit is that it is only an hour away at Laverstoke Mill: Bombay Sapphire Distillery Did you know that ALL the Bombay Sapphire gin made in the world is made in one factory in Hampshire? If you don’t you are not alone. I had no idea but then I didn’t really know much about gin production until
If you asked me right now which way I am voting the answer would be leave. As in I want to leave the UK right now and come back on June 24th when it is all over. You can’t move for column inches in the press and for live debates on the TV. And quite frankly I am sick of it all. A month ago I genuinely didn’t
Thermomix Demo RTFM You’ve heard that expression, right? Read the f*^”ing manual. Something many of us never do, do we? If we are honest. Who ever gets beyond the first page of a manual that falls out of the box our lastest shiny toy arrives in? I read “Congratulations on the purchase of your ….” and then bin it. Turn to the shiny shiny thing declaring I don’t need the
When I wrote about the gardens at Mottisfont last week I promised I would come back and share some pictures from the house. It really is one of my favourite National Trust Houses I have visited recently. Mainly because you can climb the attic staircase and see the maid’s room. I have always said if had lived in a big house “back in the olden days” it would have
I have a confession to make, although it probably won’t come as much of a surprise if you’ve seen my Twitter: I’m not a fan of football. It’s not that I really actively dislike it, it just seems so pointless to me. And you know the worst bit? It’s after the game, when you have to watch four men sit in a box at the match, agreeing with each other that
On Saturday morning Mr B was up and out of the house before 7.30am to avoid the laughter and noise of eight women around the kitchen table from 9am to play golf. When he returned just after lunch I found myself channeling my inner Lord Percy and imagining him as Blackadder: Except I hadn’t created the finest “green”. I had created the finest silver. Along with some other
Yesterday I headed down the M3 to another National Trust house for a wander around Mottisfont Abbey and gardens, with Annie. I knew nothing of either the house or garden, but having now read the guide book I really do recommend you go and visit. The place is steeped history, people have lived there for over 800 years when it began life as an Augustinian Monesterary in the 12 century.
Well there’s an alliteration. That window above is today’s feature on Window Wednesday, taken in Woolbeding Church last weekend. (by Mr B I must add) Tucked away in a little village in West Sussex is a hamlet called Woolbeding, just outside Midhurst. We were down that way this weekend and my parents suggested we drop in as it is the church that they worship in whenever it is open (three
We have what is known as a “formidable” ironing board. It arrived recently and really did remind me of a robot. Or an alien. And as I put it up in the spare bedroom I considered how under utilised ironing boards can be. Especially in this house <cough> You see we leave ours up all the time, it is a great piece of equipment. Really well made,
This window at Winchester City Mill might just be my favourite window of all time Sometimes the real picture is behind you I don’t know if that is an actual quote but sometimes I feel it should be. We always focus on looking forwards, or staring at what we think we should be looking at, that we miss something else entirely. Something that actually be more of a story. I
One word. Yep, golf. I have never had a desire to play golf. Ever. My parents play it. Regularly. My husband plays it. Not as regularly as he would like, admittedly. But one of his birthday presents last year was golf club membership so it is safe to say he enjoys playing. Daughter’s boyfriend plays. Even daughter plays. And now I think about it, son and other daughter have