A lifestyle blog
. This is one of our favourite meals in Barbados. In fact it is the first thing we eat when we get there and signifies the start of our holiday. I have been trying to re-create the recipe for a couple of years and think I might have just got there with this version. I can’t though re-create the heat, humidity, or view. But then
. Apart from the utter and total exhaustion this week has been a good one. And when I say good I mean quiet. I have actually had a chance to read some other blogs this week. To sit in the garden for half an hour, and to go out for dinner with my bestest best friend Mrs Cooke. We spent last Sunday out in the country having tea
. Airport Parking is one of those hidden costs and hassles of a holiday, one of the reasons we end up getting home tired. It’s not that it’s particularly difficult, but lugging suitcases around car parks in the cold (and sometimes rain) when you’ve got your plane/arrival clothes on is just a bit of a pain. I know we’re lucky to have a foreign holiday – didn’t think we’d get
. I read a really interesting post yesterday by a fellow blogger who has, after separating from her husband, decided to revert back to her maiden name. It got me thinking about what is in a name and if it matters. Her blog post is here: The Great Big Name Change (I will sit here and drink my tea whilst you go and have a read. Do make sure
. I could have told you that. I don’t need a recent study, that presumably applied for some kind of funding to reach this conclusion, to tell me that us over 40s need more sleep. You just have to look at the state of my eyes to know I need more sleep. And I know I am not alone. It is all very well churning out these studies
. I bet you are thinking “huh? You just shove it in your mouth don’t you?” Well you would be right. That is how I have been eating cupcakes for 45 years. But apparently there is a better way. It used to be easy. Cupcakes were typically mostly cake, as the name suggests, and if you were lucky there was a cherry on top. Or maybe even little
. My week this week has been much quieter. Thankfully. In fact there is nothing in the diary at all. That’s not to say we didn’t do anything, it has still been a bit bonkers but mostly involving me dropping off youngest teen to various social engagements. And sorting out the house. It struck this week that my mood is directly related to the state of the
. The problem with camera bags is they look like camera bags. Which is fine if you are a proper photographer. It can start a conversation about what you are shooting with. Comparing lenses. Discussions about film versus digital. Editing packages. Yadda yadda yadda. It means that idiots with a camera like me soon get rumbled as I have no idea about aperture or
. If there is one thing the boys in my family love, it is cars. There is little that Jonnie and my dad don’t know about classic cars. The Jaguar above belongs to my folks and I could write a book on the travels it has done with them, including London to Sydney, Panama to Alaska and various trips around Europe. Before Jonnie had passed his driving test at 17
. I don’t mean like Shirley Valentine and running away to some far flung island, but just trying to escape stuff generally. My head is a mess. Not in a bad way. Just in a chaotic way. I don’t do well around chaos, I need order. And peace. Maybe because I am only child, I don’t know but I don’t do well over prolonged periods of noise and
BISSELL All-Rounder Deep Cleaner and Vacuum 81N7E I almost feel that you need to be reading this with the soundtrack to at Marks and Spencer’s advert and the woman with the sexy voice reading the following words. This is not a carpet shampooer, this is a Bissell Hydroclean multi-function water filtration vacuum. The carpets in our house take a battering on a daily basis. Four of us, often
. The fact this post is a day late tells you all you need to know about my week. And the fact I didnt get a chance to comment on the posts linked up last week tells you even more. Sorry fellow bloggers, I am coming to you as soon as hit publish on this post. Last Sunday we spent a glorious afternoon on the beach in Barbados, outside
