like really hurts. All the time. And I just felt I should explain as it means I can’t think. Can’t think to put words onto here. For a few months now I have been suffering with up to 18 headaches a day. Think ice cream brain freeze and you are pretty close. Not cluster headaches according to the consultant who looked at MRI, but something similar. And
Random, as it suggests!
Musings
The one about the referendum
If you asked me right now which way I am voting the answer would be leave. As in I want to leave the UK right now and come back on June 24th when it is all over. You can’t move for column inches in the press and for live debates on the TV. And quite frankly I am sick of it all. A month ago I genuinely didn’t
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Musings
Surviving Euros 2016
I have a confession to make, although it probably won’t come as much of a surprise if you’ve seen my Twitter: I’m not a fan of football. It’s not that I really actively dislike it, it just seems so pointless to me. And you know the worst bit? It’s after the game, when you have to watch four men sit in a box at the match, agreeing with each other that
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Musings
Turning nature into silver
On Saturday morning Mr B was up and out of the house before 7.30am to avoid the laughter and noise of eight women around the kitchen table from 9am to play golf. When he returned just after lunch I found myself channeling my inner Lord Percy and imagining him as Blackadder: Except I hadn’t created the finest “green”. I had created the finest silver. Along with some other
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5 uses for an ironing board that don’t involve ironing
We have what is known as a “formidable” ironing board. It arrived recently and really did remind me of a robot. Or an alien. And as I put it up in the spare bedroom I considered how under utilised ironing boards can be. Especially in this house <cough> You see we leave ours up all the time, it is a great piece of equipment. Really well made,
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Musings
Golf
One word. Yep, golf. I have never had a desire to play golf. Ever. My parents play it. Regularly. My husband plays it. Not as regularly as he would like, admittedly. But one of his birthday presents last year was golf club membership so it is safe to say he enjoys playing. Daughter’s boyfriend plays. Even daughter plays. And now I think about it, son and other daughter have
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Musings
Finally, common sense prevails on term time holidays
I have been following quite closely the story of Jon Platt who has taken his case about a term time holiday fine to the High Court. I was delighted he won the case this week and that the High Court has stated he doesn’t have a case to answer. Magistrates on the Isle of Wight had originally dismissed the case too but the Council took it to the High
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Musings
What gives you the right?
Not you. I am not talking about you. You are lovely. I mean you as in society. And the right to think we can say what we like to anybody and to invade their private space. Following the BAFTAs on Sunday night I have followed the systematic destruction of one of our finest actresses: Sheridan Smith. A lady I adore. A lady who has really worn her
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Musings
Hinton Ampner — Window Wednesday
It is a few weeks now since I met up with Annie for a wander around Hinton Ampner, a National Trust house just outside Petersfield (in fact it is where we were when we stumbled upon Cheesefoot Head which I wrote about last month) . I hadn’t been to the house before but Annie knew it and is a big fan of the garden, and having been once I can
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Musings
Holding on to music
It hadn’t really struck me until recently how much I love music. Not playing it myself, I can’t play any musical instruments (a regret that I never learnt to play the piano. How cool to see one somewhere and just start an impromptu singalong?), but listening to music created by others. I have always known that music can affect my mood. It is hard to feel sad when Mr
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Musings
Three years to do a marathon
is probably about right. If I started the London marathon now it would probably take me three years to do it. Not only because I would be stopping every ten seconds to photograph and instagram something but because, well, I am not Paula Radcliffe am I? Every year I decide to get up early and watch the London marathon. On the sofa Whilst eating a bacon bap I
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Nurturing
75 Reasons to love Thermomix, part 9: Snickers Fudge
I know, right? Fudge. With Snickers. I remember when Snickers were Marathons and I also remember when the London Marathon was the Mars London Marathon so in honour of me being old enough to remember old things yesterday being the day of the Marathon I came up with this little beauty. It might also have been a day that I made a momentous decision about the marathon. And about my