A lifestyle blog
Play, what a gorgeous theme on The Gallery this week. Fresh back from Kenya I have been trying to process all we saw and did whilst we were out there. It is always hard to come back from what I feel are life changing experiences and to then slot back into life at home again. I need a week or two to decompress a bit, and one of things I have
Life can be strange sometimes. Actually a lot of what goes on in my life is strange, but that’s a different story. This story though concerns David Walliams. Four years ago I wrote this blog post after David swam the Thames for Sport Relief: David Walliams — My Hero. I thought David should be Knighted. I had forgotten that I had written the post to be honest,
. So, T has this theory that staying in is the new going out, what with money being a bit tighter than it has been, with all the weirdos out there and the unfortunate lose-your-licence-if-you-drink-and-drive thing. By the way,talking of weirdos, have you seen the young people of today? They must have a highly developed sense of smell, as that’s the only thing that they can be using to navigate.
. I don’t like porridge. Horrid lumpy stuff that feels a bit too worthy for my liking. You eat it because it is slow release blah de blah but in reality what you really want is an almond croissant. Well you do if you are me. And then I heard about something called Power Porridge and suddenly porridge sounded a bit more interesting. Power Porridge is made at the
. Tomorrow, Thursday 26th February, in a Comic Relief first, the Red Nose Day twitter feed will be dedicated to the issue of dementia. The idea is to give people living with dementia the chance to share the realities of living with the illness and to raise the profile of the issue in the UK using #DementiaDiaries. 850,000 people in the UK have dementia. [i] We will get a unique insight into life with dementia
. You know when you are so tired you can’t think straight? You haven’t slept in 30+ hours, you have gone from scraping frost off your car one morning to standing in a hospital garden 24 hours later and it is 30+ degrees? Your body doesn’t really know which way is up. And you are so tired your eyes won’t focus? And then you get a second
. I have surfaced from the hell that is packing to write this post (and that could be a whole other rant in itself. How on EARTH am I meant to get enough clothes into a bag for three days AND still come under the weight allowance? I mean 20kg is bad enough but I am trying to just take hand luggage and there is a limit of 12kg. Twelve
Trees are my barometer of the weather and the ever changing seasons. You might not notice the temperature dropping slightly after a lazy summer but you will notice the leaves falling from trees. Once of my earliest memories is of kicking leaves on Wimbledon Common. When the frost hits it is not the ground I look at but the trees. Covered in ice they are almost
. If you are fan of Deal or No Deal you will know what the Dream Factory is. If you have never watched this programme, well not only are you missing out but you will have no clue what the Dream Factory is. Let me enlighten you. Ten years ago this autumn a show hit our screens that is like no other. There is just one question: “Deal
. When Jonnie went off to Kenya for a month with the school a couple of years ago I was very envious. Not the climbing Mt Kenya bit. Nor the sleeping in tents bit. Or in fact the eating fish casserole bit. Especially not the “no phones, no internet” for a month bit. The bit that really made me envious was going off with friends to see
. Where Eagles Dare is a film that is as old as I am, or I’m as old as it is, or something. I’m using a bit of artistic licence, obviously – I’m only 28 as you know. This is one of those films that everyone has seen, haven’t they? I mean, it even has its own drinking game, courtesy of @almurray (via @littlejason). So it’s practically an institution. And I
. I could have ranted about so much this week but I am writing this post at 6.30am before I wake the teen at 7am and then leave the house at 7.30am and don’t return until 6pm. I have already showered, dressed, fed the cats, tidied the lounge, put the washing machine on, worked out to have for dinner and folded a pile of towels. In fact I could
