A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
I have deliberately chosen a very different book this month. A book that is not a novel but a book that I think everybody should read. Especially anybody who has children of their own. It is called “Mum can you lend me twenty quid” by Elizabeth Burton Phillips. The blurb on Amazon doesn’t really do it justice:
My school run is 12 miles each way and I do that four times a day. It is a monotonous journey that I could now do in my sleep as I have been doing it for years. Every so often though I see something that breaks up the journey, makes it more interesting or becomes a talking point. Lambs in one of the fields, a house being built, flowers left
Yep. You got it. Candy Crush. You now fall into one of two camps. A) you are scratching your head and saying “what is she on about now?!” ; or B) You are punching the air and going “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Sodding Candy Crush”. That damned game on Facebook that sucks you in. You think it is easy to clear the jelly, they make the first few levels
I was asked if I would submitted this picture to participate in the Home Love contest. A competition open to everybody who wants to share a corner of their home that they love. The prize is £500 so it seemed like too good an opportunity to miss (I don’t normally blog competitions). Do take a look and enter if you have a favourite corner too.
Ah walks. This week’s theme on The Gallery is Walk. Short walks, long walks. Dog walks. Strolls on the beach. I can’t wait to see other people’s pictures of walks. This is mine. A mammoth walk last month. This was the last shot I had of everybody setting off up Snowdon. Two seconds later they were round the corner and out of view. The next time I would see them
Every now and again you see a picture and it sticks with you. It gets under your skin and moves you in ways that no picture has for a long time. Social Pix is normally a picture I have taken but this week it is a picture I saw on the Twitter feed of @fascinatingpics. A picture that really got under my skin. An Iraqi boy who had lost his
. I have had a post rattling around in my head for a while now but it breaks the blogging rule of never blogging about blogging itself. Yesterday however I was tipped over the edge and decided I had to. To discuss the increasingly common practice of bloggers being blatantly lied to and now being asked to break the law. First of all though for my non blogging readers I
I have finally snapped. Finally said “enough is enough”. Declared that I can take no more. I am sick of living in an untidy, and in some areas dirty, house. It has been building up for months and this week as I stared mucky fingers prints on the cloakroom door, knowing they had been there for ages, I burst into tears. I had reached the point where I couldn’t take
In honour of Red Nose Day last Friday Tara has made the Gallery Theme this week, “Red”. She wants to turn a big part of the web red today to show support for this amazing charity. And to be honest our world has been very red this year for reasons you all know. We have a stack of red noses, we have the red Pez dispensers, we have T shirts,
Having read my post on punctuation last week, my lovely friend Jan sent me this. Simply saying on the reverse: Saw this and thought of you Good job she clarified it was because she had read my blog and it wasn’t just a general statement on my character! I love it
Yay, Tara is back from her amazing trip and we now have a new theme for the Gallery this week: The letter C. I was wondering about taking a picture of Champagne, or cake, or maybe even chocolate. Any one of which I am well known for. The latter moreso than the former, admittedly. But then on Monday night an email dropped into my inbox that made me squeal
It is a shame but I can’t. I like to think of myself as a forward thinking woman, and as a feminist but I can’t bring myself to be defined by that word. I am fiercely supportive of women. Like to stand up for women whenever I can. Was inspired by women in Africa making a change for themselves and their families. But call myself a feminist? I am not