A lifestyle blog
. As adults I think we call it “just being”. Just being allowed the time and space to be. To be whatever we want right then. As children it was either the time to make believe or to daydream. As adults this time to be is rare, and therefore precious. During the week I am busy being a working mum. A terrible cook. A mediocre wife.
. . One of the great things about blogging is the opportunities it brings, not just for me but for the whole family. I love being invited to events or taken to Africa with Comic Relief, but what I also love is sharing experiences with my family. We have some blinders, from VIP tickets to WWE to the FA Cup being on our coffee table and half of Fleet
. According to Collins this year’s word of the year is Binge-Watch. It could have been manspreading: eugh. Or clean eating: dull. Binge-watching though, I like. But then I would. I do it all the time, and apparently I am not alone. 90% of us do it according to a recent study. I do so much binge watching now that it has stopped me watching normal TV.
Okay so it wasn’t “all” girls on our weekend away, there was one lovely chap, but this was, for me, an escape for the weekend to spend some time with a group of bloggers I knew very well, to meet some I hadn’t met before, and to really get to know HolidayCottages.co.uk who had invited us all to stay in one of their managed properties. How could I refuse?
Asda wooden kitchen review I don’t know about you but not only am I not a huge fan of plastic tat toys I am a huge fan of wooden toys. There is something timeless about them, with a longevity that I love. That they once a living thing in a forest and not manufactured from some resin in a factory and shaped in a mould. I know that is
. When your lovely mum in law rips a page from the Waitrose magazine, puts a Post It on it saying “saw this and thought of you”, well you have to try it don’t you?! I can see why the real Mummy Barrow ( I so think my mother in law should register that domain and become a blogger, her recipes and craft ideas are superb. And the Real
Last night we went to see Spectre. As the lights dimmed Mr B handed me a can of Pimms and said “I don’t think I have ever been to see a film this early before”. As I opened my mouth to say “have you never been to a matinee? 7.30pm is hardly early”. He then qualified the point with “I mean, it only came out yesterday”.
. Half term started this week, and boy do Ellie and I need it. She is shattered, I am exhausted. I had hoped that I would have some lazy mornings but obviously Mr B still has to leave the house at 6.30am and the dog still needs a wee. So they haven’t really happened. I have of course enjoyed not spending nearly two and a half hours a day
. Earlier this week it was National Apple Day and to help celebrate I was sent some of the finest English apples to have a little taste test with. Now, I know nothing really about apples, other than how to chop them up and make them into a crumble. Or, like in the picture above turn them into toffee apples as part of our Halloween celebrations. But English Apples wanted me
. I ruddy love autumn. It really is my favourite season. Spring is a bit too wishy washy for me. Summer is either too hot or too full of people moaning that it isn’t hot enough. And winter is full of people scurrying about because they are cold, and travel disruption for Mr B trying to commute in London. Autumn for me is the perfect time
. This is a guest post, it is not written by me, but by a friend. A friend who needs to get these thoughts out of her head and asked me if I would publish them on my blog for them. If you can empathise with them I know your words of support would be welcome in the comments. * * * * * I have seen images referencing
. I was tipped off by Jonnie yesterday to possibly the most biased “review” he had ever read, involving one of our favourite pieces of kitchen equipment. As soon as he pointed it out to me I wanted to scream because as Jonnie said “it’s almost like appliance slander”. The review couldn’t appear more biased and to me smacks of “well I wasn’t allowed to keep the
