A lifestyle blog
Dear 16 year old me It’s 2012 and you have just heard about people writing to their 16 year old selves so you thought you might do the same. First of all T I want you to know that you actually turn out to be alright. It might only be August 1985 for you right now, but stop fretting and just relax. You are 42 now, married and you
I really want to say “what the actual f*ck” but that might offend my inlaws and parents. <waves in apology> I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I went to see this on Friday night with E. A girlie night out to the cinema as E really wanted to see it and I was feeling guilty for being away last weekend. The stage play is a huge success and
Picture the scene. You are in a trendy hotel. In a funky/buzzy part of London. You have money in your pocket so you can do stuff. You have no kids to sort out child care for. You have no plans. You don’t have to drive so you can drink. The whole of London is at your disposal. It is Saturday night. So what would you do? If you are
I love you. Really I do. Whenever I am in Alderley Edge I look at the end of the drive where you once lived and wish I had been in the area then. In Marks and Spencers in Handforth I always keep an eye out for you. Lady B tells me that she knows people who have seen you in there and that without exception you have always been lovely.
This is the overwhelming message I brought home from my weekend away. It wasn’t how to get the stats up on my blog or how to make my pictures more amazing. Though that was why I went. Those were the workshops I attended and whilst they were all brilliant they weren’t the main thing I learnt. No, it was about being an honest blogger. Honest to who I am and
I read a fabulous line in a book recently. A novel called Wonder by RJ Palacio that tells the story of August, a ten year old boy with a facial disfigurement. There is a review of it on this blog: (Wonder) and I implore you to read it, it is just most brilliant book. The line is “everybody deserves at least one standing ovation in their life”. Isn’t that so
Things go wrong. It is a fact of life. Companies cannot foresee every eventuality but when they go wrong how they communicate the problem is far more important. Any reasonable person will forgive the issue but wont forgive being ignored. And being ignored can make what might have been a small issue, a whole lot worse. Why am I telling you this? I will tell you why I am telling
This is the weekend we have all been looking forward to. It is finally here We have our tickets in our hands. Tickets we bought before we even knew who the headline acts would be. Before we knew who would be speaking at all. We just knew we had to get tickets as soon as they were available. We have left our children behind, rolling their eyes and saying “you
If you have read my blog for a while you will know that last year I tipped Wincey Willis off to a competition that Absolute Radio were doing where she could win £10,000 for a charity of her choice. I picked Wincey because I knew from Twitter that she was heavily involved with raising money with Harry Moseley’s family. We never expected to win, but win we did and I
There has been a little break in the Gallery posts as Tara, the host, has been off on a fabulous holiday that she won. Seems appropriate that the first theme since her return then is Family. Not many pics of us as a family exist. Primarily as I have never seen a pic of me that I like, but secondly the three smaller Bs don’t like having their pics taken
Whilst driving into London on Saturday we drove past Harrods. “There it is kids” I exclaimed, as they had been talking about it a few miles before. I have never been to Harrods exclaimed Mr B. I was dumbstruck (note that in your diary. It doesn’t happen very often). Mr B had never been to Harrods! I don’t know why it surprised it. I am sure millions haven’t been, even
The Malmaison Hotel Oxford I told you the story this week of an afternoon I spent in prison last year, having tea with a murderer. Well this year I went to prison again. This time overnight. It went something like this between J and I: Mum I have been invited to a party in Oxford on Saturday night Quick mental calculation in my head that Oxford is an hour and
