Connecting, Encouraging, Nurturing and Supporting
Supporting is something that I think we can all do more of, either at home, or as part of a larger community. When I decided this year to really focus more on the four tenets I want to be known for supporting was definitely one of them.
This category will be where posts of support to others will live. It will feature people or causes I am supporting directly, discuss ways people can support their own passions, or I will share stories of support others have received.
If you know me you will know that there are couple of things that excite me more than anything else. A secret thing, and a charity project empowering women. You will know that I have been involved in many “secret things” over the years, all of them exciting, and that I have been lucky enough to visit some charity projects that are all about empowering women. Remember when I
Want to know why I have a problem with the new CR-UK obesity campaign? I will tell you. It is based on statistics that state obese people outweigh smokers in the UK by 2:1 and that whilst smoking is still a leading cause of cancer, being fat is the leading cause of four types of cancer: bowel, liver and kidneys. But we all know that statistics can be manipulated
Dear Tanya Gold Well this is weird, I kinda feel like I am writing to myself. Maybe I should explain, or at least introduce myself. This is an open letter to you, Tanya Gold, from me, a woman who shares the same first name as you but I fear that might be where the similarities end. I had the misfortune to read your latest piece in the Telegraph
First of all, just to be clear, whilst I have been involved with fund raising for Comic Relief for the past few years and have made a couple of trips to projects with them I am in no way affiliated with them. Not paid by them (never have been) and have no official role with them. So anything I say here about the white saviour furore is just me
I should probably date this post as I am pretty sure my thoughts on the menopause are going to keep evolving as I get closer and closer to the end of being menopausal and become post menopausal. But first of all, why this post today? Well I watched, with interest, the documentary that Mariella Frostrup did on BBC1 last night. Menopause has been on my agenda for about
It might be Ramadam and several hours into today’s fast but Abdullah is cooking waffles for anybody who wanders along to the day room on the first floor. Whilst Abdullah might be observing the ritual of not eating or drinking between sunrise and sunset he is more than happy to cook waffles because it is something he does every week. On a recent visit to a Ronald McDonald Charity
Well it is. And isn’t that photo the greatest result for “PJs” typed into the search box on Unsplash? This year, on June 8th, Ronald McDonald House Charity is inviting us all to go to work in our PJ’s and to donate £1 to the charity. As you know, I became involved with the charity when I was invited to their Gala dinner earlier this year and have followed them
Do you know about Ronald McDonald Houses? Yes, that Ronald McDonald. The one with the big shoes who advertises burgers and hash browns (that quite frankly are one of the greatest foodstuffs known to mankind). Did you know though that this staple of the high street is a corporate supporter of an independent charity who make a huge difference every day to families with children who are very sick. The
Two things. Firstly, photographs of me on this blog are as rare as hen’s teeth. Secondly, slogan sweatshirts in my wardrobe are rarer that dinosaur poop. So to get the two things combined on one post? Well that means that something worthwhile must be happening. As part of our trips to Africa with Comic Relief, Annie, Penny and I were privileged to visit some of the projects supported by
A couple of weekends ago Mr B said to me at lunchtime on Saturday “What do you want to do today?” My response was instant: “I don’t care, I just want to get out”. I love working from home but sometimes, particularly at the end of a week when he has been away and I haven’t left the house for a fortnight (other than a ten minute round trip to
This picture doesn’t look particularly inspiring, or indeed life saving does it? How can a supermarket sandwich be life saving? I know I sometimes think “I am starving” and grab a sandwich from the supermarket as though it was life saving but actually the reality is much different. Invariably I had breakfast, and I also have a fridge full of food for dinner too so this is a
On Saturday we walked our ten miles (which turned out to be slightly longer due to a sat nav reading cock up) and we had our three meals in three parks. There is no denying it was hard work in places but my lasting memory is going to be of laughter and friendship. Or a joint determination that we were going to do this for those less fortunate than