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Random, as it suggests!
. 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
. You may be having a Peter Kaye cheesecake moment here…”rent a camera ?……cameras, to rent? Renting? Cameras?” Why would you do that? As it turns out, quite a few reasons. Let’s ignore, for a moment, the chap who borrowed his son’s camera to record the trip of a lifetime to Las Vegas and spent the whole trip taking his own picture, and let’s talk about why you would want
Well it is never going to be easy is it, doing Christmas when you have divorced? Though actually I remember doing Christmas just after I got divorced and hoping that it would always be that straightforward. I split from my ex five weeks before Christmas about twelve years ago. Out of the blue, it just happened. The reasons don’t matter now but I found myself thinking “what on earth am
. I am not a huge fan of Christmas. There. I have said it. Out loud *waits for the world to end* If I am honest it exhausts me. Well at least the build up does, it seems to go on forever. It feels like Christmas is marked by the fact that Easter Eggs on sale and children returning to school in September is the cue for retailers to
. Well it was only a matter of time really. Though I swore I would never discuss politics on my blog because it always divides opinion, gets heated, and well, earlier this year I lost friends over politics so I am not prepared to open myself up to that again. This week though George Osborne said something that made me rage more than any other, and with one fell swoop
<sigh> I am beginning to wonder if the sight of the Coke truck on TV triggers something in Janet Street Porter’s mind that means she has to suddenly become The Grinch. Or maybe it is the thought of having to spend money on presents that means she needs to write another click bait newspaper article. Four years ago JSP declared that working from home made you mad. I
A week overshadowed by world events wasn’t it? Where nothing else really seemed to matter and where events on the news really brought things closer to home into perspective. The photo above was taken on Monday morning as Mr worked from home and Bob decided to curl up and sleep in the empty fruit bowl and use Mr B’s mug as a foot rest. You can see who rules
. Who doesn’t love a greenhouse? I find them hugely romantic. A place to shelter from a sudden spring shower. A safe haven from a blustery afternoon when there are jobs to be done in the garden but there is also a cuppa to be drunk. A place where you can get organised. Piles of empty pots ready to filled jostle for position with trays full of seedlings