A lifestyle blog
. Coventry grew up around a tree belonging to Cofa, hence its eventual name. In 1043 Leofric, the local Earl and husband to Lady Godiva, founded a Benedictine monastery there – and the Lady, it is said, rode naked through the town! Local industries included dyeing wool and silk weaving, before becoming a centre for bicycle and car manufacture in the late 19th and 20th centuries. Badly damaged in WWII,
. Have you heard about this? I did a year or so ago but have never had a chance to put it into action. The idea is simple. You visit a coffee shop that has joined the Suspended Coffee movement, buy a coffee, and pay for a second one at the same time. The second one is then donated to somebody who can’t afford to buy one for themselves.
. The Karcher Window Cleaner is the second product that we have received as part of our Official Karcher Blogger project and like the floor cleaner before it, is just brilliant at what it does. Cleaning windows is my least favourite task. Ever. Like even after emptying the dishwasher or taking the compost to the end of the garden. We have somebody who comes and cleans the outsides
. I have always known that Shoreditch was full of legal street art. I have just never had a chance to get up close and photograph it before. But as we decided we had done the London Coffee Festival on Sunday we went for a wander. The threatened rain had held off and it was shaping up to be a gorgeous afternoon, and none of us wanted to be inside.
. I have been struggling to find meals that all of us will enjoy recently, and that can withstand E eating at 6pm, Mr B and I at 8pm and J at 8.30pm. It is either that or doing three dinners and my sanity can’t cope with that idea. So our Sage Appliances slow cooker has been an absolute god send as it has a keep warm function
. This floored me a bit this week. Ballet shoes hanging in a tree on Fleet High Street. Just hanging from a tree, with no explanation as to why they are there. Who put them there. Or, well, anything. The messages written on the shoes are quite powerful, and I did wonder if this was a cry for help from somebody. Lots of talk about perfection,
. You have no idea how overwhelming the urge to pretend that all the photos I took at RHS Wisley on Saturday were actually from our back garden. But anybody that knows us will see straight through that and know that our garden is far from floral. Don’t get me wrong, I would love it to be, but I know nothing about plants. And have no time to do
. Did you see what I did there? Did you? Did you? Stationary today, stationery yesterday. Some may not know the difference and I am sorry to say those people get the stink eye from me when I see them write things down. I even had to call a pen manufacturer out on it last week when they tweeted about it being National Stationary Week this week, when
. Did you know it was National Stationery week this week? Chances are you didn’t. However, if you are one of a growing number stationery addicts like myself, then you will have seen this week looming large in the calendar and been rubbing your hands together in glee. Safe in the knowledge that our Pinterest and Twitter streams will be full of #NatStatWeek gorgeousness. Today is Pen and Pencil day
. I have been trying to start this blog post in my head for about three weeks. “I don’t like olives” — but that then makes you think I am going to launch into a 10CC lyric and follow it up with “I love it”. I don’t. I really don’t like olives. Equally though I don’t like that I don’t like olives. I want to like olives.
. warning this post contains swearing. Lots of swearing. All the swears. If swearing offends then please leave now and Google some kitten pictures which is what I shall now be doing in an effort to calm down. oh love. I do not think it’s right to facilitate people living an unhealthy lifestyle. In the same way [that] I don’t believe that a size zero should be available, it’s not
. It’s 7.30pm on Sunday night. We have had a lazy afternoon watching the Grand Prix and an indoor barbecue with lovely friends and I am just assembling waffles and strawberries when my mobile rings. Withheld number. Sod that on a Sunday night. Anybody who wants me at 7.30pm on a Sunday will be in my phone book, and if they aren’t and it’s urgent they will call the
