A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
That’s an odd picture for The Gallery theme this week, I grant you. Not particularly spectacular. Though rather lovely, I agree. You will have to forgive me for being a bit self indulgent because it’s been a funny year for me as a blogger, and an odd week. I think this year as I get some time off over Christmas and New Year I will be in quite a reflective
The Barrow family have a lot of love for Wales, and have endless happy memories of the place. So when I decided I wanted to try out a recipe using tea as an ingredient Mr B said “why not make a Bara Brith”. Why not, indeed, especially when I can rename it Barrow Brith. Did you see what I did there? Clever, huh? As I set about making
Thermos #OvernightCoffee challenge Funny how a year ago I wasn’t drinking coffee and now I can’t get enough of the stuff. And from going to the London Coffee Festival solely to meet the guys from Sage Appliances I am now jumping at the opportunity to attend coffee related events the minute they drop into my inbox. Buying coffee beans based on their roasting date and now fluent in flat
I didn’t. But there is no escaping it, Hallowe’en is now big business over here, certainly if this recent article in the Guardian is to be believed: Happy Halloween for retailers It was all a bit too American for me and felt a bit like we were sending our children mixed messages where we tell them not to accept sweets from strangers but then we were accompanying them on
It was thanks to a suspected broken collar bone that I got to take the above pic. E had fallen badly on a trampoline two weeks before and after a detour to the local A&E department on the way home from school they confirmed after an X-Ray that it wasn’t broken. That it would require a follow up appointment two weeks later in the Fracture Clinic though.
I see him every morning. The man that walks to work reading a book. My first thoughts were “wouldn’t it be funny if he walked into that lamp post?” and then my second was “I wonder how many books he reads a year”. But then ultimately my thoughts turned to what a shame it is that he is not in the here and now. He is not mindful
They tell you not to, don’t they? People. People tell you not to talk to strangers. To be afraid of them. That all strangers are lunatics out to murder us in our beds. Yet in reality that is not really true. I don’t want to get all morbid and intense but statistics show that when a person is murdered or hurt it is by somebody they know. Generally speaking.
I can’t play a musical instrument I can’t really cook (though I do at least try) I can’t run a 10k I can’t ride a horse I can’t play rugby, football or hockey. I can’t speak a foreign language I can’t knit, sew, crochet, or do anything practical Which sort of leaves me buggered when the theme this week is talent. How the hell do I show you a
This week I am doing a series of posts about things to do over half term. This one could be entitled “stay in and sit on the sofa all day” but I decided to write the post and link up with another blogger doing a linky. A while ago a group of bloggers were lucky enough to be involved with a campaign called “Netflix Stream Team” where they got
This week and next I am doing a few posts featuring days out or activities to do with children over half term. And first up is one of my favourite London events: Bluesfest. It runs for a week in October at the Albert Hall, the venue’s first foray into a full scale week long music festival was last year and was a huge success. Headline acts included Bobby Womack,
Yes. I ironed our coffee table. And when Mr B got home it was one of the first things I said to him: “Look, Mr B. I ironed the table” Now in any other households this would probably raise an eyebrow or two but in this house it is deemed relatively normal behaviour. Especially at this time of year when I start thinking about sorting the house out
There is no escaping it. There is a definite feeling of autumn in the air now. Slightly misty mornings where it is dark when the alarm goes off at 6am. And dark again when Mr B gets home from work at 8pm. The leaves aren’t quite falling from the trees yet but you can sense in the air that it isn’t far away. I might even