A lifestyle blog
Did you know that Choccywoccydoodah have a secret room? The best events I have been invited to since blogging have both involved this amazing chocolate shop. I cannot tell you how thrilled I was to be invited to the launch of their Secret Room above the newly opened London shop. But knowing my love of chocolate you can probably guess how loudly I screamed.
As soon as Henley Literary Festival sent an email saying they had managed to pin down Clare Balding to speak for an hour I snapped up four tickets. Had no idea if we were free that afternoon or who would come with us but knew I had to have tickets. The same with Clare’s book. As soon as it came out I knew I wanted to read it,
This is October’s book club choice, please join in by reading it, commenting below or writing your own review and joining the linky: For the Seventies child, summer holidays didn’t mean the joy of CentreParcs or the sophistication of a Tuscan villa. They meant being crammed into a car with Grandma and heading to the coast. With just a tent for a home and a bucket for the necessities, we
Right, where to start with this one then. I am known for my physique. Well actually that is not true. I am. But not for my connection to fitness. To be fair I have started cycling recently, for the first time in 25 odd years. But you don’t want to see a picture of a bike. That is boring. Or the dog who I walk twice a
I wasn’t surprised when this headline hit the papers yesterday: you see, I lived in Saudi Arabia for six years in the early nineties and saw first hand how censorship worked. I once bought a new recipe book in the book shop (as you know, I do love a recipe book). Unfortunately the section entitled Pork had been removed. Literally. With a scalpel. 48 pages completely removed. Mr B
Lying in a ditch I have done many odd, and amazing, things in my life. Things that normally come onto my radar simply because I was asked and then say “let’s do it”. Generally then dragging the long suffering Mr B along, scratching his head about what the hell his wife has got him involved in now. My philosophy is “one life, live it” and so you
I scheduled this post earlier in the week as I knew I would have a lot to say about this project. You know, the thing on Channel 4 this week where various celebs took part in a double blind drugs trial involving MDMA (or Ecstasy). I wrote the title and vowed to sit and write it last night, scheduling publication for this morning. I have very strong opinions on the trial
Rarely does a story get worse once it has been reported and become an ongoing case but everyday this story seems to. I cannot begin to imagine the pain and anguish her parents and step parents are going through. As a mother of three children of a similar age my heart breaks for them. And also for the teacher’s wife. What on earth must she be thinking?
Brilliant. Such a simple theme this week. Just 8pm. I can’t wait to see other people’s 8pms. (do click on the little badge at the bottom to see the other entries each week) What goes on in your house at 8pm? Story time? Homework time? Dinner time? Collapso on the sofa time? Here is mine: No further words are needed are they?
yes that is me in the glasses second from left I often see meme’s or linkys for blog posts and think “I have nothing to contribute to that” or don’t have time to delve in to the dark recesses of my memory to write a post. And then every now and again one comes along that I think “oh yes” and it sparks a ten minute day dream back.
There are days in every year that you always remember. Your birthday, your wedding anniverary, New year’s day. Days where you sigh and say “this time last year” or “this time next year”. For me, more than any other day of the year, that day is September 24th. Not my birthday or my wedding annivesary, they are both in August. But this is the day that
Know her? Slightly quirky woman who sings a cracking tune? Stories in the press of only drinking tea from one particular tea cup and when it was forgotten a taxi was sent to pick it up? All a bit bonkers but each to their own I say. And then this week we see this as a headline in a “newspaper”. News. Paper. A paper that gives us news, or
