A lifestyle blog
Reading Festival — A review Well we appear to have survived. My first ever festival and I might say, my last. So there was mud. Everybody knows there will be mud at festivals. It’s the law, isn’t it? And as our campsite was the furthest from the main arena we saw our fair share of it. From the outset I have to say that Reading Festival is fabulously organised and
When C came home from the Reading Festival last year it seemed like a great idea to plan going this year en famille. How wonderful it would be to do something all together, listening to music, sitting around a camp fire in the evening drinking hot chocolate and laughing about what fun we have had. How very Enid Blyton. We bought five tickets as soon as they were released
Every now and again you come across something in my line of work that stops you in your tracks and either makes you sick or makes you laugh. A story you can dine out on for years or as I say “is another chapter for the book”. In property management you do truly see it all and I think I have probably heard and seen it ALL at least once.
I read this this morning: Why I don’t want to be Facebook Friends with my daughter and I wanted to scream. Yes, I know it’s the Daily Mail and I should have learnt by now. This tells me more about the relationship that the journalist and her daughter have than it does about the “perils of Facebook”. And also about her daughter and her friends, on how acceptable they
Right, sit there and look at me. Sit up straight, put your feet on the floor, unfold your arms from that defensive stance and look at me because I am going to talk to you and you need to hear this. What the hell do you think you are doing? No, what are you actually doing? Not why, I don’t care about why because, whatever the reason why, it is
The news this morning that wasn’t talking of riots in London was full of Carol Vorderman saying that children should do maths in school until the age of 18. I am not sure I agree with that as a simple concept. I don’t have a maths O Level. Not because I failed it, but because my school wouldn’t even let me sit it because they knew I would fail it
I am going to let the photos speak for themselves in this post. A bit like Silent Sunday, but there are more than one. You may not know this but private beaches are banned in Barbados. If you are lucky enough to own a beach front property you are prohibited by law from blocking access to the beach for the public. But if this is not as good as private,
For Sale — One refurb project with incredible view I am letting you into a little secret in an effort to raise funds to help me do my refurb project. If you buy into this project you get visitation rites. It is a small beach front property on the very southern tip of Barbados, in an area called Surfers Point. Down where the Atlantic meets the Caribbean and where the
If you “don’t get” Twitter you must read this book. If you are on Twitter you must read this book. I downloaded it just before coming away (having had it on pre-order for weeks) as I love Grace’s tweets and thought it would be an easy beach read. Unfortunately once downloaded I couldn’t resist dipping into it and before I knew it I had read over half of it.
It is easy to eat well in Barbados. And for the purposes of this post, by “well” I mean, expensively. It is also easy to eat well, plenty of fresh fish etc and locally grown fruit and veg but that isn’t really what people know Barbados for. Everybody who comes to Barbados has heard of The Cliff. Plenty of people who haven’t been here have heard of it. It
We spent most of Monday at the airport in Barbados, firstly waiting for friends, and then Mr B’s parents. Friends were in transit en route back from sailing round islands I had only ever dreamt of and were scheduled to have five hours on Barbados before their flight back to sunny Gatwick. Great, we thought, we can pick them up and go for lunch. Except local airlines don’t quite work
Forgive me for writing to you in this way. This is not really what I set up this blog for, and nor is it how I expect you normally like to be approached. But if I might approach the bench I would like to say a few things. It would seem that in a week of news that changes every minute, from Murdoch and News International to murders in Norway,
