A lifestyle blog
On Saturday I went to my first ever BlogCamp. A one day blogging conference, in Birmingham. Run by Tots100, they happen a few times a year and I had never managed to get to one before. I made a concerted effort to get to this one as I wanted to meet Tots Head Honcho Sally, and catch up with some old friends. Having got a ticket I was then thrilled
Today this blog is three. Just three years since I started blogging and what a roller coaster it has been. Little did I realise when I started it all those years ago that I would be where I am now. It was a shaky start. This was my first post: So this is it. I had no clue what I was doing really. No idea if anybody would
I started Ranty Friday because I wanted to host a weekly linky and be part of the community that is blogging. I also wanted to limit my ranting to one day a week. Increasingly, and generally as a direct result of time spent reading the Daily Mail, I was finding I wanted to rant more and more. So I thought I would make myself just rant once a week so
When we bought this house eight years ago we went through hell. A hell that one day I will blog about but suffice to say it was almost the breaking of us. The dream home we bought from developers soon turned out to be a nightmare. It had not been built to the agreed plans and they had hidden from us the fact that retrospective planning had been refused. And
Easter for us this year has been glorious. And what bank holidays should be about. Family. Mr B’s parents arrived on Thursday last week and have been with us for nearly a week. The perfect excuse for me to stop. Which seems odd given that we have guests but once the fridge is stocked, the beds made and their car on our drive, we shut the door and hunker down.
You can tell a lot about a person by their desk, can’t you? The photos above show you my desk, before and after a tidy. My desk is in the corner of what is known as “The Office” but in reality the room is a bit of a dumping ground. When we want something out of sight of and out of mind it gets dumped in “the office”. And so
I am going to try and keep Ranty Friday quite “measured” this week. I don’t want it to come across as a full blown rant but it is something I feel I need to talk about this week as it has really made me quite, well sad and grumpy in equal measure. The first rule of blog club is that you don’t talk about blog club on your blog.
You see this graphic below? Well this is us. Completely. In a few months time we are off to the Loire and we weighed up all the pros and cons of how to get there. Mr B has a high performance four seater luxury car, and I have a more economical five seater with zero boot space that is tiny. So we seriously considered flying and then hiring a car
I have two of these. I can’t narrow it down to just one favourite place I am afraid. So for the Gallery this week I am going to have to share two. The first, the one on the left is our kitchen. My favourite part of the house. Often the tidiest. Often the noisiest. Often the busiest. Often the perfect spot for a bit of contemplation whilst staring out of
So you have joined Twitter. Finally. Excellent. Welcome to the best bar in town. Not that it is my bar or that I am in any position to welcome you but I do feel I need to have a word. Initially on Friday night when I heard you had joined Twitter was a bit “yeah, whatever”. Not because I am not a fan, but because I knew what would happen
Well you didn’t think a Ranty Friday would go past without me mentioning Maria Miller did you? I have to say I have been appalled by the way she has behaved recently. I haven’t followed the entire saga and know all the ins and outs but what I do know about makes me properly rage.
The news of Peaches Geldof’s tragic death at the age of 25 broke yesterday afternoon as I had a wee. Checking my Twitter feed as I had the wee I had been too busy to have for the preceding three hours, I sat in stunned silence for twenty minutes. As I read tweet after tweet from people shocked at this dreadful news. Yes there were the ones from celebs who