It won’t have escaped the attention of the eagle eyed amongst you that we have just spent a couple of weeks in Barbados. It seemed like a good idea therefore put all the info in one place on where we went, where we ate and some useful tips and information in case you might be considering heading over there any time soon. Except that would make for a
Are the lyrics to This Is Me, from the Greatest Showman not some of the greatest ever penned? When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised I am who I’m meant to be, this is me Look out ’cause here I come And I’m marching on to the beat I drum I’m not scared to
From the road you would have no idea that behind that unassuming wooden door stands the most incredible home. Featured on Grand Designs a few years ago it is hard to imagine that this building was a derelict and crumbling old violin factory. Just a five minute stroll from Waterloo there is a peace about it, it’s a little oasis of calm. Echo Sub — £119.99 Echo
But don’t you see, T? Your niche is you Hmm I hadn’t thought of that when I had a wobble on Instagram recently. I kept reading that people on that social media platform need a niche, a curated feed, a USP that made people want to follow them and devour their posts. A planned grid so the pictures when looked at all together had a theme.
Ginger cake and the Grand Prix is a winning combination for a Sunday afternoon if you ask me. Followed by Antiques Roadshow and a cracking drama. Did you watch The Bodyguard? If you didn’t, please catch up, it’s superb. Oh and Killing Eve has been incredible too, so brilliantly played and if Jodie Cromer doesn’t get a BAFTA then I am going to demand a recount.
It’s probably some kind of miracle that I have got to the age I have without having to take regular medication. Though that all changed this summer when I finally got my “yes you are getting old” diagnosis and was eventually prescribed HRT. This now means that every two months I need a repeat prescription for a patch that I wear for a week before discarding it
When Ranty Friday was a regular thing I would blog about one thing. Invariably it was only thing that had wound me up in the preceding week, so Friday was my day to get it off my chest. Not this week though. Quite a few things have pushed my buttons. Starting with Jan Moir. I can’t stand the woman quite frankly. She’s got a vile outlook
Shiny new electronics with 72 megapixels, 475x digital zoom, APS-C, CMOS, SD-XC. Whaaaaaat? What. On. Earth? (Answers at the bottom if you care) If you’re thinking about a new camera, it’s a minefield. I don’t know much about cameras but the little I know should at least give you somewhere to start. The first question to ask yourself before ANY other is “why?” And be honest…if you’re mad busy and
You probably don’t know this about me but my perfect day would involve a very large bed. White cotton bedding and a huge amount of pillows. A pile of newspapers and copious amounts of tea. This to me is pretty much the height of luxury. So it is slightly baffling that I have never done anything about recreating that at home. I have one pillow, it’s pretty battered
Looking back on our Menorcan holiday there are lots of moments that stand out as being lovely but the one that I remember the best is when Ellie and Jonnie surprised us at El Torro, the highest point of the island. You see going away with two older children meant that we had booked two hire cars, allowing Mr B and I to do what we wanted to
We have hosted many parties in our garden over the years and I like to think of myself as something of an expert. I like to think that our parties show we have put a bit of effort into them and really thought our guests having a fun time. Rather than just sorting out food and drink we go the extra mile wherever we can so I thought I would
I didn’t realise that sirens made me hold my breath. Past tense. It was the fact that I realised on Monday morning that I no longer subconsciously paid attention to them as they sped up the road that made me realise they had that affect on me. That they made me hold my breath and wait for the phone call from my granny’s care home to say “we have had