A lifestyle blog
Random, as it suggests!
Do you have a favourite time of the day? I certainly do My favourite time of day is very specific. It is between 6.50am and 7.14am. The minute the alarm goes off, any time between 6am and 6.30am (except on a Monday when it is 5.30am) my first thought is “what am I doing today and can I squeeze in an afternoon nap”. Not that I ever do
The theme for The Gallery this week is Sunshine. What a gorgeous theme. Having basked all weekend in record temperatures I debated posting something full of sunshine and then thought that nobody wanted to see my pasty white bits so I decided to hunt through the archives for something a tad more appropriate. With sunshine, comes sunset. And this particular sunset was last year in Holetown, Barbados.
Mr B and I caught Watchdog on the BBC recently and both remarked how pointless it was for Anne Robinson to “interview” anybody. All she does is talk over invited guests. She was putting questions to a top bod at British Gas over claims engineers are condemning boilers that don’t need to be, possibly as they are on commission for sales of new boilers. The poor guest had no chance
Can you tell why I grabbbed this book off the shelf on Wednesday? I thought it was a self help book and would give me tips on how to do it. I then realised it was by Sue Townsend, one of my favourite writers. You know Sue, her of Adrian Mole etc (can you believe that the original Adrian Mole book is 25 years old this year?). It tells the
Tara is celebrating the 100th Gallery Theme this week. What an amazing milestone! The theme this week is “Picture Postcard” and it seemed appropriate that I actually post a landscape. Something that I would love to see on a postcard. Something I would buy and send home to family and friends that says “The weather is here. Wish you were nice” “Having a lovely time”. This photo was taken during
What a great theme this one is. A photo that shows our morning. So many I suspect will involve sleeping babies / warm duvets / snoring dogs things that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They are not my morning picture though. I could have photographed two sleeping cats or the Hoover I tripped over but they don’t really photograph very well. And if I photographed Mr
I was living in Saudi Arabia and the size of a house due to being pregnant with C. I had gestational diabetes and so it had been decided that I would have a C section in week 39. I was checked into the Royal Military Hospital, feeling like a fraud. I was neither of those things but my boss was both so pulled the odd string and I got
What does “a great view” mean to you? Is it a sunset? The waves crashing onto a beach? Snow capped peaks on the horizon? I don’t mean your favourite sight: sleeping babies / plates of amazing food / empty washing basked / the name of your football club at the top of the premier league table, but a view. A proper view. Mine is in London and it was
This is a guest blog post from Mr B Senior. Have to say that I agree: Reading the Times yesterday I came across an amazing piece headlined: “Domination by private schools is indefensible, declares Gove”. Allowing for the odd introduction of new words like “forbad” the old rag generally does a pretty good job in news reporting so I’ve got to assume that Gove is quoted with at least
You know, that thing over there. There. Look. On the right hand side. That badge with BiBs (Best in Breed Brilliance in Blogging) on it has been changed. I was shortlisted and I was thrilled. And chuffed to bits and happy to accept that it would go no further than that. The competition in the category was fierce and there was no way I would make it from there to
And so it seems the prediction I made late last year came true yesterday. Clinton Cards has gone into Administration. Or rather it seems, pushed into it by one of their largest suppliers. I am not surprised. I said that any of the High Street shops that just sold one thing would be in trouble. We, as shoppers, dont go to shops for one specific item anymore when we can
Next week my amazingly gorgeous C will be 18. I cannot believe that she will be 18 and all grown up and it got me thinking about when I was 18. I was fresh out of college having skipped A Levels and done a two year NNEB course to train as a nanny. It was the summer of 1987. “Bad” was a week away from being released and “I