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. Don’t get me wrong, being lashed is no punishment that any human being should perform on another human being. It is barbaric and wrong. As is the removal of a hand for theft, and the beheading of drug dealers. I am not for one minute suggesting that Karl Andree deserves the punishment that his family are desperately trying to over-turn. Nobody could wish that on somebody. But there is a
. Oh yes it is. Okay it isn’t. But it was. And this post should have gone live then but, well, you don’t need the ins and outs, suffice to say it didn’t happen. But to celebrate I thought I do a little round up of my favourite coffee related products. And whilst I am here, if you are on Pinterest have you seen that I have a
I get lots of approaches every day asking me post pre-written content on my blog, or asking me to write something. Most of them I turn down. I also see opportunities and think “that won’t be a good fit so I won’t bother applying”. Working with Dove on their self esteem project was an opportunity I leapt at when I saw that Mumsnet were looking for bloggers with
Is basically a fiasco. Well actually that is not quite true. Not all of it is. I have some very hard working friends who are keen and conscientious exam markers so this post is not directed at them. I know they are under huge amounts of pressure, not being paid a huge amount and are all doing their best and also caught up in a system that is,
. I see you have a book out on Thursday and as such you are doing the rounds drumming up publicity for it. So I guess you really have no choice but to talk about the book, your life, and more importantly your marriage. And it is that more than anything that has made me feel the need to write to you today. The headlines screaming out are that you
. *blows off the blog cobwebs* I think I have lost my mojo somewhere between France and Fleet. I am not sure where I last saw it. It actually might have been before France to be honest, maybe even before we went to Barbados in July. I have no idea where I have put it. I have looked in all the usual places. Tried all the usual methods of recall
. Suffice to say this week is not exactly the week I had planned this time last week. In fact this time last week I was pretty much in a co-codamol coma flat on my back on a hotel bed nursing what I suspected was a broken ankle. As the pain subsided slightly, or maybe it was due to the drugs kicking in, or actually it might have
. . I lay in the dark on the night of September 24th / morning of September 25th six years ago thinking “what if he has just got in the car and driven off”. “what if he has vanished and we never hear from him again”. You hear of people doing that. Of families in anguish as a loved one vanishes and is then missing for years. This was
Today feels like something historic is happening. Something monumental. Something spectacular. Something that is set to change the lives of millions in less than two decades. Something that needs your support to happen, because without you the goals won’t work. In order to get these simple goals to work they need to be famous and we need to know about them so that world leaders don’t forget them.
. I am going to keep this brief. No flim flam. No messing about. A blog post that if it were a noise it would be a “BOSH” kinda thing. My lovely friend Kate at Gower Cottage Brownies (who I have written about a million times before) has got her paws on some tickets for events next week at the Henley Literary Festival and has asked me if I
. Next weekend sees the Audley End Apple Festival and as part of the celebrations I was challenged to come up with an apple recipe. Which is handy really as we have a couple of apple trees in our garden and generally speaking we don’t do a huge amount with them each year. A real shame and there is no excuse since the least we could do is juice them.
. There is saying about pants that goes something like: “well if I get run over and end up in A&E I want to make sure I have clean pants on” as a reason why pants should always be clean and semi decent. And shameful pants should be ditched, or only worn when you are not leaving the house. It’s a saying I have muttered a few times in the
