A lifestyle blog
that is it. There are no more school runs. Today is the start of my first week where I don’t need to leave the house and take children to school. I have been doing a daily school run for 18 years. Initially juggling a school run with a toddler and then two school runs with a baby. From being able to walk over the road and stand at
I saw this picture on a friend’s Facebook wall this morning and had a lovely few minutes as I scrolled through what people had said (the friend by the way is Zoe who runs Saying Goodbye, if you don’t know the charity do look them here: Saying Goodbye They do the most extraordinary work) My response on Zoe’s thread was that I only like eating whole peanuts. I don’t
It’s like Netflix for magazines I was trying to explain to Caity just what exactly Readly is. “It’s an app and you can download all the magazines you like. And you can have up to five profiles on one account so different people can have a virtual shelf of different magazines. And it is only £7.99 a month”. I was waffling because I was so excited about such a
I don’t know what else to say, really. I am so sorry that your future has, effectively, just been ruined. Everything we have worked for in the past thirty years towards your future has been destroyed by a pencil mark on a piece of paper. I went to sleep at 2am proud to be European, and I woke up at 5.30am ashamed to be English. As I was walking
It was only a quick trip to Kings College in London this week but it could have been the first of many so I felt I needed to document it! A couple of weeks ago I stepped inside a university for the first time. I didn’t go to uni. None of my friends went to uni either. Caity and Jonnie decided not to go to uni but to walk
like really hurts. All the time. And I just felt I should explain as it means I can’t think. Can’t think to put words onto here. For a few months now I have been suffering with up to 18 headaches a day. Think ice cream brain freeze and you are pretty close. Not cluster headaches according to the consultant who looked at MRI, but something similar. And
I had to double check with Annie that I could join How Does Your Garden Grow when I wasn’t actually talking about a garden. How does your verge grow, doesn’t have the same ring does it? Or How Does Your Central Reservation Grow. Just no. Last week whilst driving to Tesco my mind was racing with all the things I had to remember. Not just the shopping list
Think of it as like Disney for grown ups. And the best bit is that it is only an hour away at Laverstoke Mill: Bombay Sapphire Distillery Did you know that ALL the Bombay Sapphire gin made in the world is made in one factory in Hampshire? If you don’t you are not alone. I had no idea but then I didn’t really know much about gin production until
If you asked me right now which way I am voting the answer would be leave. As in I want to leave the UK right now and come back on June 24th when it is all over. You can’t move for column inches in the press and for live debates on the TV. And quite frankly I am sick of it all. A month ago I genuinely didn’t
Thermomix Demo RTFM You’ve heard that expression, right? Read the f*^”ing manual. Something many of us never do, do we? If we are honest. Who ever gets beyond the first page of a manual that falls out of the box our lastest shiny toy arrives in? I read “Congratulations on the purchase of your ….” and then bin it. Turn to the shiny shiny thing declaring I don’t need the
When I wrote about the gardens at Mottisfont last week I promised I would come back and share some pictures from the house. It really is one of my favourite National Trust Houses I have visited recently. Mainly because you can climb the attic staircase and see the maid’s room. I have always said if had lived in a big house “back in the olden days” it would have
I have a confession to make, although it probably won’t come as much of a surprise if you’ve seen my Twitter: I’m not a fan of football. It’s not that I really actively dislike it, it just seems so pointless to me. And you know the worst bit? It’s after the game, when you have to watch four men sit in a box at the match, agreeing with each other that
