A lifestyle blog
. This is one of those linkies that I love. And last year I joined in a couple of times but never felt that I could show the whole of our garden. Bits of it were okay to photograph but mostly our garden is neglected. I am not by any stretch of the imagination green fingered. And even if I were I just don’t have the time.
for myself and a request for votes. Yes, it is that time of year again. The Oscars have been and gone, the BAFTAs are done and dusted and now it is all down to the BiBS: The Brilliance in Blogging Awards. The eagle eyed amongst you will have noticed that over there on the right look…. up there. There is a new badge asking for votes in the Brilliance
.Camp Bestival We have been on tenterhooks for the past few months as we have waited to hear if we are going to be amongst the bloggers chosen to be Official Camp Bestival bloggers. At 5.30pm on Friday night we heard we were. News that makes me squeal, which is surprising really as I really don’t do festivals. Or indeed camping. But in an effort to get out
. Roadtrip! Planning is well underway for the Summer holiday. The ferry’s booked, currency ordered, passports located and guide book read from cover to cover. Okay, T picked up the guide book during the ad break in Corrie, but that counts I think, doesn’t it? We’re doing another road trip to a currently secret destination. If it’s half as lovely as the gite we shared with old friends last summer,
. If you know me you will know I have a middle name. If you know me well you know it begins with an A. It is only if you know me really well, call me mum, or are related to me that you will know what it actually is. This is going to be one of those blog posts that waffles a bit before it gets to the point,
. Not only do I love reading fiction but I love reading recipe books too, from cover to cover like a novel. I can’t resist buying them too when I see them on special offer, though I already have a cupboard groaning under the weight of them all. This month though I have found myself looking through some fab books so I thought I would share. The slow cooker
. Coventry grew up around a tree belonging to Cofa, hence its eventual name. In 1043 Leofric, the local Earl and husband to Lady Godiva, founded a Benedictine monastery there – and the Lady, it is said, rode naked through the town! Local industries included dyeing wool and silk weaving, before becoming a centre for bicycle and car manufacture in the late 19th and 20th centuries. Badly damaged in WWII,
. Have you heard about this? I did a year or so ago but have never had a chance to put it into action. The idea is simple. You visit a coffee shop that has joined the Suspended Coffee movement, buy a coffee, and pay for a second one at the same time. The second one is then donated to somebody who can’t afford to buy one for themselves.
. The Karcher Window Cleaner is the second product that we have received as part of our Official Karcher Blogger project and like the floor cleaner before it, is just brilliant at what it does. Cleaning windows is my least favourite task. Ever. Like even after emptying the dishwasher or taking the compost to the end of the garden. We have somebody who comes and cleans the outsides
. I have always known that Shoreditch was full of legal street art. I have just never had a chance to get up close and photograph it before. But as we decided we had done the London Coffee Festival on Sunday we went for a wander. The threatened rain had held off and it was shaping up to be a gorgeous afternoon, and none of us wanted to be inside.
. I have been struggling to find meals that all of us will enjoy recently, and that can withstand E eating at 6pm, Mr B and I at 8pm and J at 8.30pm. It is either that or doing three dinners and my sanity can’t cope with that idea. So our Sage Appliances slow cooker has been an absolute god send as it has a keep warm function
. This floored me a bit this week. Ballet shoes hanging in a tree on Fleet High Street. Just hanging from a tree, with no explanation as to why they are there. Who put them there. Or, well, anything. The messages written on the shoes are quite powerful, and I did wonder if this was a cry for help from somebody. Lots of talk about perfection,