A lifestyle blog
. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday because today would have been your 50th. Is your 50th. Is. Sorry for singing to you at just gone midnight. I had been on the Pimms in a tin and I really shouldn’t drink on an empty head. So here you are, on my blog because I can’t send a letter or card to you. Well, it takes a week
Bear with me a minute whilst I explain something, I need to take a deep breath Right…… I saw this list on Nickie’s blog, and she was linking up to something she had seen on Kate’s blog, who in turn had seen it in the Guardian. Phew Got that? Feels a bit like “my sister’s boss’ girlfriend’s aunt’s next door neighbour” but I think we got there…. Annnnnnnnnyway as
Oh my word. This is my decade. I left school in 85 (shut up saying “how old?”), I went to college, I got my first job as a nanny, and had a career change to secretary. I fell in love. I fell out of love. I remember Live Aid. I taped the whole thing on TDK tapes. I went to my first live concerts. Music became a big
Did you not know? Yes, something incredible happened this week. I was included on the list of food blogs that Sainsburys reckon are worth a read Me on a food blog list! Me, who once said wearily “I can’t cook” to which J replied “yes you can mum……. just not very well”. Me who has a beautiful cross stitch done by the lovely Lady Barrow that says “Dinner will be
This week’s rant inspiration came to me on Sunday night when we went to the cinema to see Skyfall (which is brilliant, by the way). It’s about cinemas and more specifically other cinema goers. Firstly, when you get in the cinema. SIT DOWN and STAY SITTING. Don’t get up and start fidgeting around within ten minutes of sitting down. Don’t then go and get another drink, food, or
This month’s selection for my Book Club is the debut novel by Tamar Cohen who’s latest book came out over the summer. Never have an affair with anyone who has less to lose than you. And – never underestimate the wrath of a woman scorned.For five years, Sally and Clive have been lost in a passionate affair. Now he has dumped her, to devote himself to his wife and family,
Autumn for me isn’t necessarily about leaves. Though one of my earliest memories is scrunching through fallen leaves. And although I love seeing the changing colours of leaves on trees it isn’t what I get really excited about. No It’s the light. The light in the autumn is often stunning. You get that really bright sunlight that peeps through trees. That blinds you when you drive
I read this lovely post by Chelle McCann yesterday: Memories and it reminded me of a rhyme that mum made up for me. A rhyme just for me. That my mum used to recite whilst tracing circles on my upturned palm and then she would tickle me under the armpit. I loved that I had my very own rhyme. It was special. It was mine and my mum’s. Nobody
When did it become so difficult to talk to somebody? Call any organisation and you get through to an automated “press one for billing” / “press two for new orders” nonsense. For the past few weeks we have been having a nightmare with our broadband. This saga will probably fill many a blog post in the future but right now I am so angry with them I can’t
Have you received your voting cards yet? We got ours recently and I didn’t pay much attention to be honest. I know the vote is later this month but up until now I have had no idea who I want to vote for. What do I know about policing? Other than I call 999 and somebody arrives. Or I watch a programme on Channel 4 about people dialling
My heart sank just a little bit when I saw this was the theme for this week’s Gallery posts. It sank because…. well…. I just knew I didn’t really have any suitable photos in the archives (and I like use old photos for these posts, rather than take one specifically for the theme). Which meant I had to take one from a very limited list of options. All equally
You know how this is slang for …. well….. you know. …. take the initials of the two words and think of another phrase that has the same initials. Well I always thought it was a strange name for a restaurant, even one owned by Gordon Ramsay. But having eaten there it does feel as though that is actually what they would like their customers to do. Mr B
