A lifestyle blog
. Earlier this week I made a comment on Facebook that I was finding the sharing of an image of a dead child disturbing. “That this is not what I want to come on Facebook and find”. And then I thought about that statement and hated myself for it. That child, Aylan, symbolises all that is wrong with the world. And all that is right with social
. You know what it’s like. You decide to invite a few mates round to watch a film and then you spend so long trying to all agree which film to watch that by the time you have settled on one that most of you agree on, somebody (usually me) has fallen asleep. Or it’s an impromptu thing because you have your mitts on the DVD that everyone wants
. It’s hard to write a post when you don’t really know much about a subject. When you can’t structure the post to have a clear discussion, or at the very least a conclusion. But these latest killings in the US have made me feel more than ever that gun control in the US needs to radically change. And fast. But how? The Second Amendment (Amendment II) to the
.How to go on holiday with friends and not kill them Next weekend we are off on holiday. Staying at Chateau de la Cheine: a ten bedroom property in France that sleeps 20. Sounds fabulous doesn’t it, the idea of taking a bunch of mates away with you on holiday for five days. But how do you go away and enjoy yourselves, and then also
. It’s been a week of celebrations this week. GCSE week and Ellie did brilliantly, we are mighty proud of her. Proof that her hard work and determination (including a PE practical when on crutches) have paid off. She got all the grades she needed to stay on at sixth form at her current school and do the A levels she wants for a degree in physiotherapy. Oh and
. It’s Friday and I haven’t had a rant for a while. I wasn’t going to have one today either, until ten minutes ago. Let me bring you up to speed. Earlier this week I placed an order for Mr B’s wedding anniversary present for next week, with a popular online department store. Feeling lazy, and tight (sorry, but £6.95 for delivery is a bit riduculous), I opted
. This is one of our favourite meals in Barbados. In fact it is the first thing we eat when we get there and signifies the start of our holiday. I have been trying to re-create the recipe for a couple of years and think I might have just got there with this version. I can’t though re-create the heat, humidity, or view. But then
. Apart from the utter and total exhaustion this week has been a good one. And when I say good I mean quiet. I have actually had a chance to read some other blogs this week. To sit in the garden for half an hour, and to go out for dinner with my bestest best friend Mrs Cooke. We spent last Sunday out in the country having tea
. Airport Parking is one of those hidden costs and hassles of a holiday, one of the reasons we end up getting home tired. It’s not that it’s particularly difficult, but lugging suitcases around car parks in the cold (and sometimes rain) when you’ve got your plane/arrival clothes on is just a bit of a pain. I know we’re lucky to have a foreign holiday – didn’t think we’d get
. I read a really interesting post yesterday by a fellow blogger who has, after separating from her husband, decided to revert back to her maiden name. It got me thinking about what is in a name and if it matters. Her blog post is here: The Great Big Name Change (I will sit here and drink my tea whilst you go and have a read. Do make sure
. I could have told you that. I don’t need a recent study, that presumably applied for some kind of funding to reach this conclusion, to tell me that us over 40s need more sleep. You just have to look at the state of my eyes to know I need more sleep. And I know I am not alone. It is all very well churning out these studies
. I bet you are thinking “huh? You just shove it in your mouth don’t you?” Well you would be right. That is how I have been eating cupcakes for 45 years. But apparently there is a better way. It used to be easy. Cupcakes were typically mostly cake, as the name suggests, and if you were lucky there was a cherry on top. Or maybe even little