A lifestyle blog
. Well where has that week gone?! Mind you weeks when you are on holiday always tend to go faster than when you are at home, don’t they? We might be away on holiday but blimey it has been a busy week. But what have you all been up to? Do tell me! For us Sunday was a family day and fabulous. Caity and Dan have moved in to
. Along every coast road in Barbados there is a fish market. It might be an one governed by the Island’s Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries, or it could be a table at the end of somebody’s drive. Either way, you know it is going some of the best fish you have ever tasted, zero airmiles, and caught within the past 24 hours. I am not a huge
/ Time. The one thing we can’t buy that I really wish we could. It is possibly the most important commodity. Who wouldn’t want to buy more time? As you may have guessed I have been pondering time and life in general a lot recently. Thinking I need to spend more time doing certain things, less time doing others. I have also been thinking about
. A blog title that does that says on the tin really. I never thought I would see the day where I became involved in way shape or form with football, but thanks to that blog, it is happening more and more. First of all there was being in Africa talking to lads in a slum about the Premier League Then we got to have the actual FA Cup
. This picture, taken this week, made me laugh so I am sharing. We had been to Sainsburys and Ellie ended up carrying all the beer, and I had the bags of food. Nothing like making your teen look like an alcoholic to cement your nomination for Mother of The Year. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on these posts and to all the bloggers who have
. Seven years ago today the above was happening. I know this thanks to Timehop, a handy app that tells you what you were up to in various points in history thanks to stuff you shared on Facebook / Instagram or Twitter. Seven years ago today the first of Mr B’s stag dos in London. There was another one in Fleet. Where I had my hen do. And
. S’funny isn’t it when you remember just a single snippet of a conversation from years ago and it really sticks in your head. It was Simon Calder giving a talk on travel writing at a blog conference when asked how a blogger could get into being a travel blogger. His reply was so blindingly simple, yet something that nobody had really thought about Write about your own
Jonnie said something yesterday that stopped me in my tracks I don’t think I have ever had a letter through the post Other than bank statements or his contact lenses or junk mail, it struck me that he was right. Teenagers probably haven’t even had a letter through the post. Never had that excitement of a pretty envelope with their name on, the address hand written. A letter
. And hasn’t it been a scorcher this week? Hottest day since records began on Wednesday and it seems the country grinds to a halt and you can’t open a newspaper without a scantily clad woman lying in a park at lunchtime staring back at you. But what of our week? Well Ellie was away in Spain with her friend Em and looks to have a great time. The first
. Virgin Atlantic, I like you. I really do. In fact I even wrote a blog post about you praising your customer service when a flight with you was cancelled a few years ago. I didn’t “kick off” despite losing a day of our holiday. Paying for a day of hire car we didn’t need. Yes, we could have claimed on our insurance but we decided that in the
Did I want to be involved with #WaffleFriday they said. The theme is a tower they said. Thoughts went to Pisa and the fact that any tower of waffles I build has a definite lean to it. I have done a tower before of course, with the beauty above. So I thought I might stick to the theme and do something Wimbledon related. I got all
Sorry for all the posts about holidays this week, but I am in full blown holiday mode now that Ellie has finished school, and is indeed already in Spain for a week. On a cheeky girls week with one of her best friends at school. Seriously who knew that girls weeks in Spain would start at 16?! She is back just long enough for bikinis to dry out and then