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It has been a while since I ranted on a Friday but I saw a headline yesterday that properly made me rage. And made me ask “when is a review not a review”? No surprise it was in the Daily Mail but hey ho. The article in question was this one: So it will also come as no surprise to you that it grabbed my attention
The Waitrose Summer Festival When my BFF asked if I fancied the Waitrose Festival as a venue for meeting up for a few hours on my birthday, well I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend a morning. What IS The Waitrose Summer Festival? As you would expect, the Waitrose Summer Festival isn’t like any other festival. You can’t camp for a start, which is always a bonus
You might not know what I am talking about when I say the Amazon Dash, so let me bring you up to speed. A while ago I wrote this: Genius or most stupid thing ever about how much I loved the Amazon Dash Buttons. In a nutshell, pre-programmed wifi enabled buttons that by pressing once their assigned item is ordered and delivered to you the next day. There was
I was standing in a doorway, my mum on her hands and knees in the far corner of the walk in wardrobe. There was a sizeable pile of assorted towels, sheets, duvet covers and pillow cases behind us on the bed. Some cushions already gathered up off the bed and stuffed into a bin bag looked like they were about to fall over. In the background I could
I have always said I would be suited to being a lady who lunches. It seems like the perfect way to spend your days, doesn’t it? A couple of weeks ago I had that very thought confirmed. Right after I had spent a leisurely afternoon on board the Betsie Jane on the River Hamble, glass of gin in hand. “Yes, this is the life”, I thought. You
… and you want to give them a house warming gift. What do you give them? When they are your best friends and you want to get them something that will last for years and that might remind them of your friendship whenever they see it. I have known the Cookes for over 15 years. Moving in to the house next door to them when I got divorced, it
In my continuing posts about my love of the Thermomix (or as I call it “75 Reasons to love Thermomix) this time I turn to the Cookidoo recipe platform, and why it gives you a luxury that money cannot buy: time. I have been thinking about this a lot recently. It doesn’t matter how much money you have, you can’t buy time. It’s a fixed commodity and
Murder Mystery Party Game No dont worry, I am not about to confess to some heinous crime. This is the tagline on the back of a game we recently played with some friends, over dinner. We take it in turns to have dinner at each of our houses and I have now gone through my repertoire of meals I can offer guests who aren’t family. And as
Twitter erupted as the trailer revealing the 13th Dr Who was shown just after the Mens Wimbledon Final yesterday. To be honest I had forgotten the BBC had scheduled it to be shown then, because we haven’t watched Dr Who since Sir David of the Tennant left a few years ago. Matt Smith and Peter Capaldi, whilst great actors, just didn’t feel like great choices, so where once we all
I wasn’t really ready for it if I am honest. Speech day had been in my diary for a few months, I had booked the day off work and I had made sure the RSVP slip for the after presentation BBQ had been returned. But as the day approached it hit me. This was it. The last of my three children was leaving school. This is it.
That is me above, right now. It isn’t, obvs, but it might as well be. So, regular readers will know that back in January another car drove into mine. Not nearly as dramatic as it sounds, I was stationary, he was doing 3 miles an hour. The damage to my car was minimal and as my car is seven years old I debated not getting the damage repaired at
We went to Brighton a couple of weeks ago and everywhere we went there are groups of women with sashes declaring who was the bride, mother of the bride, granny of the bride etc. Grown women wandering around the town centre on a Saturday afternoon with penises on headbands and L plates round their necks. If I am honest, it all looked a bit, what’s the word? Tragic. One