A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
We are always busy. Sometimes I’m so busy it doesn’t seem possible to even start anything, so the list just gets longer. And longer. I’ve started trying a few things that seem to be helping for me – maybe they could for you too? I’m cooking a bit more, and before you say “but that takes longer” then hear me out…..I’m trying to cook a bit smarter. I used to do
Seven years ago we moved my granny down from the area she called home to be nearer us. “Us” being my mum (her daughter) and dad, and the five of us. From Lancashire to Hampshire, a county completely new to her. And whilst GG (great grandma) had lived in Canada and worked in London for decades, Lancashire was where was born and where she returned thirty years
A strange question to pose four days into a two week Caribbean holiday, I grant you. One I asked though during a lull yesterday morning when I briefly pondered wandering out on to the balcony, grabbing a cushion as I passed the pile, and plonking myself down for half an hour in the early morning sun. I then thought better of it and put the kettle on. As I drank my
I see your Facebook posts or tweets where you are tearing your hair out because you have children home over the summer holidays. That was me a few years ago but my children are older now, can all drive, and only one is still in education. So I have been there. I have done summer holidays. And Easter. And Christmas. And half terms. I
When we bought our house ten years ago we had a list of “must haves”. Five bedrooms. A kitchen big enough to put a table in so we could eat in there. A separate living room / play room for the kids. A garden big enough for a hot tub. The list wasn’t endless but it was quite extensive and it took us a while to find
When I think back to my teenage years my memories are littered with ridiculous outfits. The worst offender is a pair of burgundy knee length “pedal pushers” (the term thankfully doesn’t even exist anymore and nor to those ridiculous trousers) that my granny made for me. Teamed up with a little blouse with a burgundy ribbon, and burgundy lace up shoes. I looked like a right idiot.
It is safe to say that social media has changed my life. Without it this blog wouldn’t exist because it started from Twitter. Without social media we wouldn’t be packing for a week away next week on what is known as a “press trip”. Time away arranged via a travel company (in this case Canvas Holidays who are arranging accommodation for us in Italy which we are
I don’t mean the small things like the kettle (or in my case the toaster, tea maker, coffee machine, waffle maker or Thermomix. Blimey I am not sure I could live without any of them). I mean the bigger things, the “white goods”. Beko recently commissioned a survey to find the kitchen appliance people couldn’t live without and a resounding majority said the fridge freezer. My knee jerk
that is it. There are no more school runs. Today is the start of my first week where I don’t need to leave the house and take children to school. I have been doing a daily school run for 18 years. Initially juggling a school run with a toddler and then two school runs with a baby. From being able to walk over the road and stand at
I saw this picture on a friend’s Facebook wall this morning and had a lovely few minutes as I scrolled through what people had said (the friend by the way is Zoe who runs Saying Goodbye, if you don’t know the charity do look them here: Saying Goodbye They do the most extraordinary work) My response on Zoe’s thread was that I only like eating whole peanuts. I don’t
It’s like Netflix for magazines I was trying to explain to Caity just what exactly Readly is. “It’s an app and you can download all the magazines you like. And you can have up to five profiles on one account so different people can have a virtual shelf of different magazines. And it is only £7.99 a month”. I was waffling because I was so excited about such a
I don’t know what else to say, really. I am so sorry that your future has, effectively, just been ruined. Everything we have worked for in the past thirty years towards your future has been destroyed by a pencil mark on a piece of paper. I went to sleep at 2am proud to be European, and I woke up at 5.30am ashamed to be English. As I was walking