A lifestyle blog
I read an article this week about the number of people who regret having tattoos. Something like one in six wish they had never had theirs done. One in three wishes they had done it somewhere on their body less visible. And it reminded me of an article in the Guardian I had read years ago about a mother who had a meltdown when her son had hers.
This has been getting on my wick for months. And this week it made me actually rage out loud. Pause the TV and take a photograph. Two photos in fact. What in particular with regards to table manners am I talking about on Ranty Friday this week? Well that picture above, that’s what. Two different settings on Corrie this week, both those photos taken within five minutes of each other.
I love this game on Instagram. If you don’t know it, you get tagged by somebody who uploads a picture of “What I’m Doing Now”. You then photograph that, upload it, and then tag three other people and use the same #WIDN tag. I smiled when I saw that it was the theme for The Gallery this week too!
Family Day Out At Ascot Family days out are as rare as hen’s teeth these days. One of us always has something on that means we can’t all do something together. And then when we do have time together, what the hell do we do that won’t mean somebody is bored within two seconds? Horse racing. That’s what.
It might not have escaped your attention but I am not a natural athlete. I don’t really do sport. I never have. I was the last one to be picked for a team in school. In fact I wasn’t picked. Technically I was “allocated” to a team as I was always left over at the end. I vividly remember still having a lap to do at school’s sports day when
Well, I don’t know about you but I am shattered. The last ten weeks have been such a roller coaster that I am not sure I even know where to start with processing what has happened.
Soap is not something that you would naturally associate with Africa, is it? The “big five” does not normally contain a bar of soap. But for me I will always think of soap making as being one of my happiest memories in Africa.
With all due apology to the lovely, brilliant Emma Kennedy (clang) for bastardising her book title (if you’ve not read “The tent, the bucket and me” buy it immediately) I thought this was a good time to reflect on the force of nature that is Team Honk. Regular readers can skip the next paragraph.
There is one particular part of flying that really gets on my wick. Don’t get me wrong, I love flying. I love almost every aspect of it. Delays don’t particularly annoy me. Having to sit around for two hours ahead of check in are fine. Queues are all part of the process and don’t upset me. But one thing really does. And it is a really really silly thing. I
Two things happened yesterday. The sun came out and I read a book. The second of those points is not unusual. I often read a book but what I don’t do very often do is read a book in one sitting. The last few weeks have been more bonkers than I can begin to explain. Preparing for Africa, supporting the relay, working, trying to keep this blog going, looking after
We have had floods of biblical proportions here recently, haven’t we? In fact very few people have escaped at least some degree of disruption from them.
Our visit to Tanzania was timed to coincide with International Women’s Day this year. A real chance to show that there are women who are inspiring, despite living in some of the world’s poorest communities. It has been a real honour to meet them this week and has once again reignited my desire to keep on shouting really loudly about how incredible African women are. It has also reinforced my