A lifestyle blog
Suffice to say I am not a cool mum. I don’t try and be and my teens would soon slap me if I did. I don’t have the latest designer sunglasses, drive a car that turns heads, have the right jeans and don’t hang out in trendy well known bars. But that’s fine. Cool even. What I can do is sometimes make it look as though I’m alright as mums
On the longest day a few years ago I was in a conference room at The Brewery in London. I was asked to co-chair a session on collaborating with brands. On how working together is great for bloggers. I didn’t prepare. I thought it would be an interview and chat type session. And then as I watched the sessions before me my heart sank. My stomach churned. It wouldn’t be
. Perceptions are a funny thing. You see something in your own way and that is how you then think that thing is. But what if that thing isn’t really like that? Now what if that thing is a person? And you perceive that person to be something. Something that actually they might not be in reality. Your perception is how you see them and that dictates how you
Today, after the madness of Britmumslive, the struggling home with all the bags and the collapse on to the settee to watch a bit of footy, it was all a bit flat really. So many lovely people and, oddly, lots of them seemed to know who I was – I was hoping to be slightly anonymous…. And then, after all that, @Lolly_knickers tweets something that sounds a bit naff, but
hahaha… did you see what I did there? Did you? Did you see? I am so hilarious sometimes. Ice cream Sunday Ice cream Sundae No? Oh forget it Anyway. This is me getting organised and I am actually typing this on Thursday. Can you believe that? Some actual thought and planning has gone into this post? And also to the hilarious title. You see I have no idea if I
#BritmumsLive 2014 I am ready for you. I wasn’t going to do one of these posts originally but then, well, I changed my mind. And I had something I wanted to say before tomorrow. But will come on to that later. For now though the planning is done (going away always involves planning, sadly I struggle with spontaneous), the packing is done, the lists are all ticked off and tomorrow
Breathe is the theme this week. Now I am sure there are going to be some amazing photos of sleeping babies, open spaces, beautiful skies, deep grass etc. All those things that aid deep breathing. That make you do a heavy sigh of contentment. This linky this week is going to be full of those sorts of shots I am sure. Not me I am afraid. Breathe for me means
You may recall a couple of months ago I got quite irate about a Tweet that appeared on my timeline from Harrods, relating to a product they claimed it was “a gym in a jar”. The product was made by a company called Blissworld Spa and their range of beauty products called “Fat Girl Slim” that they advertised were able to give you a sixpack / “slenderize”, generally make you
A little trip to the Warner Edwards Gin distillery is on the blog today Today is #WorldGinDay. A day to celebrate gin and so I am sharing some pics from a recent trip we did to Northamptonshire to see the home of Warner Edwards gin Last year I dragged Mr B to the Good Food Show in Birmingham. We had a great day. Mostly because in the Press Room at
Last week the youngest teen cheerfully announced that she was being challenged by her best friend to be a vegetarian for a week. Oh. Great. This means that muggins here needs to now cook three meals every night as I do one for her, one for Jonnie, and then one for Mr B and I. Marvellous. Or we all go veggie. Hmm. That might be do-able actually. Especially since Netmums
All about the detail on The Gallery this week. It’s all about the detail. So it had to be the photo above for me. The scene has been there for eight years ish. A view I have stared at hundreds of times. It is the view from the living room in my parent’s apartment in London. The ornament has been there probably for just as long. But something about
I fell out with Parcelforce almost a year ago. You can read why here: Parcelfarce. I have now fallen out with them again. Once again not for the fact that something went wrong but for the way in which they have handled resolving it. By pretty much saying “it’s your fault”.