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. I first saw #FirstWorldProblems pop up on Twitter. Tagged on the end of a tweet that was generally either being ironic, or taking the mickey out of somebody who was moaning about something that to them was huge but to readers was, well, a first world problem and, therefore, insignificant. The idea being, do you really need to tweet saying how unfair it is that your favourite coffee shop has
Last night I collapsed in front of the TV and found myself watching Derren Brown front his latest social experiment in the name of entertainment on Channel 4. Could he persuade somebody to push another human being off a roof. The premise being you can manipulate, or coerce somebody into doing pretty much anything. Known as social compliance the theory is that given the right set of
Or maybe you didn’t exactly decide but it was decided for you. I made this mumbling agreement to allowing Ellie to have a chinchilla if she did well in her GCSEs. I agreed not because I didn’t think she would do well, I knew she would, but because when I agreed I thought she would change her mind by the time the results came out. How wrong I was.
. I don’t do New Year’s Eve. Not normally. I like to pretend it is just another day. That the telly programmes on tonight are not special and that we can go to bed at 10pm, just like normal. But then we got invited out to a friend’s house tonight and Mr B said we should go. So we are. Though I may still need a post
. I did a navel gazing reflection of 2015 the other day, I know. One that was very much about how I was looking back over the year by looking forward to next year. Looking forward to what it might bring and hoping that some of the challenges we have faced in 2015 might stay in the past. Then I saw thing on instagram and was emailed a
Kidzania is one of those things that I wished was around 10 years ago so that when the invite to come along and try it out landed in my inbox my three would have been the right age. Sadly though it only opened last year and as it is aimed at 4 – 14 year olds we are all well and truly out of the target market. Step forward
. This time of year I always find myself looking back on the past fifty one weeks. Wondering what has changed, what has changed, what should have changed and realising that as I grow older nothing does really need to change. Change is good I get that, but sometimes not changing, and just maybe tweaking things slightly is what makes me happiest. The start of the year is always
. That is a big claim, I know. But I have been looking for a really great pair of versatile winter boots for months, probably even years, and finally I have found them, thanks to Hotter Shoes. One of my greatest memories of 2015 was my afternoon with Hotter Shoes at their store in Kingston, where a few of us got to chose a pair of shoes and a handbag
. I got wind of the fact that many people would post photographs of their Christmas trees on the #HDYGG linky this week. Which is good because I have one of those, as do many other people. But photographing them? They are a nightmare to photograph. Clever people do impressive things with lights being reflected in baubles, or long exposure shots. Well I have no idea how to
. If ever a day had my name on it, it was today. And International Waffle Day And Cheesecake And Cake You get the picture. But tea is my favourite drink and would definitely be my luxury if I ever find myself in front of Kirsty Young on Desert Island Discs, so International Tea Day has to be marked. Secretly I want to be a tea guru. To be able
. It’s been a funny old week. In amongst the usual emails and life at Barrow Towers there have been two stand out moments. One involves a trip on January, the other involved sprouts. Talk about two ends of the surreal spectrum. If you follow me on Social Media you will have seen me talking about sprouts this weekend, and in particular #SproutMovies. Why you might ask. It is
Mooching is my new thing. New favourite thing. I love a good mooch. A couple of weeks ago, with no plans, I decided it might be nice to get out and play with our cameras again. And since Mr B has had a National Trust membership for 20 odd years and rarely goes to any of their properties, we should visit our nearest property. Wallet checked to ensure