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Random, as it suggests!
The irony wasn’t lost on me that as I read this article: Garbage about being amazing because we get up at 4am earlier in the week I was in fact lying in bed at 3am wide awake and resolutely refusing to get up. Because I didn’t need to. Nobody needs to get up at 4am. Unless they are feeding a baby Or Louise Minchin Or working shifts. You really don’t
It was a dark day yesterday. With the returning of a not guilty verdict in the Ched Evans Case it seems the British judiciary has taken a nasty turn. A man formally convicted of rape has had his sentence overturned by his lawyers throwing the victim under a bus. Lawyers paid for by his future father in law who has thought nothing of defending a man who has cheated
I was going to start this blog post with a bit about Unilever’s massive profits so I googled “Unilever Profit 2015” and up popped their entire published financial statement for the year. It made for interesting reading until I got to the point where the CEO said We are further strengthening our innovation funnel while shortening innovation cycle times, stepping up our digital capabilities and rolling out a global
This is another National Trust property that is just down the road from us and where we ended up on Sunday when I declared I was going out for an hour. Little did I know how steeped in history it was, and linked to one of my favourite children’s books of all time, thanks to E H Shepard. I wrote about him, and his drawing of the mill appearing
There’s wind on the river and wind on the hill . . . There’s a dark dead water-wheel under the mill! I saw a fly which had just been drowned- And I know where a rabbit goes into the ground! When my children were little I was ever so slightly obsessed with Winnie the Pooh. With the stories, the poems, the friendships in the stories, and the illustrations.
I remember Furby the first time around. They were the MUST HAVE Christmas present one year when my three were small. It had to be a red one. The red ones were sold out. The only parenting issue worse than a sold out Christmas present on Christmas Eve is stepping on Lego at 3am. There is nothing else. There was nothing else that Santa could do that year we
Sport in this house is a case of love it and embrace it, or, well, leave the room. We have all the sport packages Sky can offer with all the additional sport channels you can find. We have online betting apps (always bet responsibly kids) and it is a huge part of our weekends. Not playing it ourselves, don’t be ridiculous. Watching it on TV though. If
You are expecting your first baby? Congratulations! You have a lot of new and exciting adventures ahead of you. But at the same time you are also heading into the unknown – while you may have cooed over your friends babies and waved many colleagues off on maternity leave, actually going through these things for yourself can be daunting. While you have your nose buried in every baby book
Have you heard about Amazon Dash buttons? They started out as Amazon’s April Fool’s Joke but so many people said “That is genius, we want them” that Amazon put them into production. But what are they? Well they are small wi-fi enabled buttons that are branded and paired to a certain product. By pressing the button that product is delivered to you via your Amazon Prime Account. Just like that.
Before we go any further I have two things to say about this incredible pie. The first is that this was made back in March, as there hasn’t been a pie window of opportunity this week. So this exceptional pie made back in March is being blogged about this week as I haven’t blogged it before. And secondly I can sing its praises as I didn’t make it. Jonnie
To uni or not to uni that is the question that my youngest is now asking herself. This is not a new question in our house though, my eldest two asked themselves the same question when they were deep into their A levels. Caity wanted to be a paramedic and Jonnie an accountant, both of which need degrees to enter the profession. The more they looked into it
I am not sure if you were there when we arrived, or if you came along after us. But as we sat and waited for our drinks to arrive I noticed you further up the street, just over Mr B’s shoulder. You were washing your neck, using a cloth being dipped in a bucket, standing in the gutter in your socks, and shorts. I thought you were the