A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
I fell out with Parcelforce almost a year ago. You can read why here: Parcelfarce. I have now fallen out with them again. Once again not for the fact that something went wrong but for the way in which they have handled resolving it. By pretty much saying “it’s your fault”.
I am ashamed to say that I don’t really know my family’s history with regards to the World Wars. I know my family have traced our family tree back through many many generations. And that Mr B Senior (morning Hopalong) has worked tirelessly on the Barrow side of the family, but for me I don’t really know any of the stories related to the wars. I don’t know how many
Well, I’m just squatting here really while T is looking the other way, and thought I’d just jot down some musings on a rather fab book that turned up from a lovely lady called Amanda Jennings. It’s an interesting tale of a couple stuck in a rut, trying to sort themselves out, wondering whether they should carry on or call it day, and follows them through some trials and tribulations
It is no secret that I am a tea obsessive. I think the next time I cut myself it will be tea that comes out, not blood. Getting a cup of tea is the first thing I think about in the morning and I can’t really think properly until I have had one. I drink it by the bucket load, not from dainty cups (though I admit that tea in
As you may know, this year is my year of trying to be more positive. To try and really focus on living life and not coasting through it and to have a real life philosophy. And that saying above is now my new mantra. It has really struck a chord with me. What do you think of it?
Last week I wrote about the Build-a-Bear Workshop and suggested you are never too old for a teddy bear. Well the same is true for a visit to the Warner Bros studio and their “Making of Harry Potter” tour. When C had a week off around her birthday recently there were a couple of things she wanted to do: Thorpe Park with her boyfriend and two of their mates, and
The above is the photo I was going to use for today’s Silent Sunday. A nice vase of tulips taking on our patio table. But then when I woke up this morning and lay in bed having a rare (and I mean really rare) lie in, I spotted this list: 100 People who make life better for others.
When I was first approached and asked if I wanted to review the Build-a-Bear Workshop my first thought was “hold on, my children are 20, 18 and 15, why on earth would I want to do that?”. And then remembered that you are actually never too old for a new hand made teddy. So accepted gratefully and told E that we were off to Basingstoke the following Saturday. There
One word on The Gallery this week.
I don’t know exactly when it hit me. It might have been walking out of the pub that Sunday. Back towards our cars and you holding my hand. You in your mustard jumper. Me in a denim shirt with paint splashes. Neither of us was really dressed for any kind of whirlwind, let alone thunderbolts. But it definitely felt like I was hit by a thunderbolt when you took
20 years ago A gentle knock at the door and a Scottish nurse who is also 3000 miles from home pokes her head around the door “It’s time to get you ready Mrs Brewin”. It’s dawn and she has spent the night alone in a private room in the most exclusive hospital in Riyadh. Work connections have pulled strings for this to happen and she is eternally grateful. It’s unusual
I eavesdropped a really interesting discussion on Twitter over the weekend. One that really made me sit up and think for a minute. Commenting on blogs is something that all bloggers have an opinion about and that many worry about. I have often seen the odd grumble that says “I just don’t get the comments on my posts anymore I must be a rubbish blogger” but is that really the