A lifestyle blog
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,
Briefs have played a big part of the #TeamHonk story this year, but I don’t mean that. It just feels like there should be a Comic Relief de brief now it is over for 2013. As Mr B said, or rather sang in his best Hot Chocolate voice “It started with a Tweet….” and it did. A Tweet to ask about bloggers being involved, in what I thought at the
The Cavendish Hotel, London. A review It has been the craziest start to the year. For all sorts of reasons. Most of them self inflicted. So when the chance to review a hotel came up we were quite hugely excited. “Pick a date” they said. So we did, for half term so that we didn’t have to worry about getting home to do the school run or calling in a
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
Our first contact with Comic Relief was always about raising money for them. And getting bloggers to come together to do the same. But when my fellow Team Honk members suggested Snowdon, well I just knew I wasn’t doing that. I knew I couldn’t. I am not fit and doing something like that as part of a group was a disaster waiting to happen. Half way up Snowdon was not
