A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
. Did you see what I did there? Did you? Did you? Stationary today, stationery yesterday. Some may not know the difference and I am sorry to say those people get the stink eye from me when I see them write things down. I even had to call a pen manufacturer out on it last week when they tweeted about it being National Stationary Week this week, when
. Did you know it was National Stationery week this week? Chances are you didn’t. However, if you are one of a growing number stationery addicts like myself, then you will have seen this week looming large in the calendar and been rubbing your hands together in glee. Safe in the knowledge that our Pinterest and Twitter streams will be full of #NatStatWeek gorgeousness. Today is Pen and Pencil day
. warning this post contains swearing. Lots of swearing. All the swears. If swearing offends then please leave now and Google some kitten pictures which is what I shall now be doing in an effort to calm down. oh love. I do not think it’s right to facilitate people living an unhealthy lifestyle. In the same way [that] I don’t believe that a size zero should be available, it’s not
. It’s 7.30pm on Sunday night. We have had a lazy afternoon watching the Grand Prix and an indoor barbecue with lovely friends and I am just assembling waffles and strawberries when my mobile rings. Withheld number. Sod that on a Sunday night. Anybody who wants me at 7.30pm on a Sunday will be in my phone book, and if they aren’t and it’s urgent they will call the
. or I wish it was. Let me explain On Saturday I spent the whole day in a spa with one of my bestest best friends, Mrs Cooke. Mrs Cooke is a teacher and we met when post-divorce in 2001 I moved into the bungalow next door to her and her family. We quickly became such good friends that walking down one drive and up the other
. I have to admit that I didn’t know this story, but when South Hill Park asked me if I wanted to go along to see a production of it I didn’t hesitate. It’s Roald Dahl, what’s not to like? Plus when I had been to the Roald Dahl museum in Great Missenden recently I had seen the petrol pumps on the main road that featured in the story (which
I am sick of the Election already. And that’s why it is Ranty Friday this week. Actually it isn’t the election I am sick of, it is other people insisting their view on politics is the only acceptable one and ramming it down my throat. The last time I looked we lived in a democracy. In a country with more than one political party. Where we are free to choose
. For The Gallery this week Tara is joining in with #OpTeddyBear which is the brain child of a very poorly little boy called Fin. In Tara’s own words: Finlay Church was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumour last year. An aggressive tumour that’s rare in children. But Fin wants to say thank you to those who have been helping him through his condition by raising funds and breaking world records.
. On Wednesday of this week I went online to order my mum some mother’s day flowers. It might be a tad late for some but my mum has been abroad for a few weeks so I decided to get them delivered when she was back in the country. Went to complete the order, and feeling lazy decided to use Paypal because I can’t remember my debit card details.
. This week a number of things have happened that have brought it home to me just how old I am now. Properly middle aged. I am pretty sure I won’t see 90 so 45 really is the hump in the middle of my life. And not in a maudlin way but this week I have been thinking about the signs I am getting old. The first sign being that
. Sounds like an agenda for a cracking weekend, doesn’t it? Well in addition to that it is also the title of a book out tomorrow from Choccywoccydoodah, one of my all time favourite shops in the world. Though there are in fact two of them: the flagship store in Brighton and the Mothership in London. It goes beyond that though, Choccywoccy is not just a shop, it is
With the weather looking like it might brighten up a bit over the coming weeks and Easter on the horizon, our thoughts have turned to sorting out the house, ready for summer. Since this is easier, and cheaper, than getting my body ready for summer which is possibly what you thought this post was going to be about. First of all we have sorted out the small spare bedroom which