A lifestyle blog
. I kicked myself when we were on the maternity ward in Kisumu. As we walked out I spotted two ladies working away on sewing machines. I was behind the rest of the group so trying to catch up and I desperately wanted to take photos of the ladies to show my lovely mum in law who is a keen seamstress. There are, rightly, strict rules on taking
. It won’t have escaped your attention that I am a bit involved with Comic Relief this year. And also a lover of food. In fact if you don’t know those two facts about me you are clearly new. And won’t know that it is Mummy Barrow law that newbies send me biscuits. (Ed’s note: Get on with it Barrow). Oh yes. Right. So given that I am a huge
T mailed me when she got an email asking her to come along to a relaunch. I wrote back in approximately 0.00001 seconds “Are you kidding? Of course!” Tortilla hasn’t reached our sleepy corner of Hampshire and only came on the scene after T pretty much left London, so it was new to her to be honest, and she hadn’t realised that it was my “occasional treat lunch” from my office
The irony of Ranty Friday this week being about online etiquette and of people ranting online is not lost on me this week. I just want to get this out in the open right at the start. I think my point about online etiquette is that whilst I love a damn good rant, what I don’t like is people being abusive online. And that is my point this
. In the run up to Valentine’s Day next weekend (and a blog post next week with some fab gift ideas) I have been asked by Evolution Money if I would like to host this guest post. It makes for very interesting reading! It wasn’t that long ago that Valentine’s Day meant buying a card for your loved one and perhaps a bunch of flowers or a box of chocolates.
. If you follow me on social media you will know that we spent the weekend in Edinburgh. Sorry about that. So with the theme this week for the gallery being cold, well it had to be photos from Scotland I am afraid. Again. We woke up to snow at home at 4.30am and I suggested to Mr B that we might consider cancelling. He is made of sterner
. On Saturday night Mr B and I had the honour of being invited to the Canvas Holidays 50th Anniversary ball in Edinburgh. We were one of five couples invited along because we have a special connection to the company. We even got mentioned in dispatches but Simon the MD before dinner which was hugely exciting, if ever so slightly embarrassing. As the night wore on there was a ceilidh,
. February means one thing to me. Half term. I don’t know about you but I get as excited about the school holidays as children do these days. Having a lie in. No school runs. Bliss. We don’t have any plans for this half term yet but last half term we had a few days out that were great fun and that I highly recommend for a half
. Today’s post is not so fuelled by anger but by sadness really but it has made me really properly think this week and made me determined to do something about it. And I guess rant that this is even a thing. This morning I have been tweeting about being on a pants mission. Tomorrow we are off to the ball (I feel like Cinderella) and I have a
Play, what a gorgeous theme on The Gallery this week. Fresh back from Kenya I have been trying to process all we saw and did whilst we were out there. It is always hard to come back from what I feel are life changing experiences and to then slot back into life at home again. I need a week or two to decompress a bit, and one of things I have
Life can be strange sometimes. Actually a lot of what goes on in my life is strange, but that’s a different story. This story though concerns David Walliams. Four years ago I wrote this blog post after David swam the Thames for Sport Relief: David Walliams — My Hero. I thought David should be Knighted. I had forgotten that I had written the post to be honest,
. So, T has this theory that staying in is the new going out, what with money being a bit tighter than it has been, with all the weirdos out there and the unfortunate lose-your-licence-if-you-drink-and-drive thing. By the way,talking of weirdos, have you seen the young people of today? They must have a highly developed sense of smell, as that’s the only thing that they can be using to navigate.