A lifestyle blog
There is no escaping it. There is a definite feeling of autumn in the air now. Slightly misty mornings where it is dark when the alarm goes off at 6am. And dark again when Mr B gets home from work at 8pm. The leaves aren’t quite falling from the trees yet but you can sense in the air that it isn’t far away. I might even
I turned 45 this summer. That might not sound old to you, it didn’t really sound old to me at the time. I have never had those feelings of despair as I approached “the big O” when I turned either 30, or 40. I don’t even care particularly that in five years there will be another one. It is, after all, just a number. I don’t
The Theme for the Gallery this week has a real meaning behind it and is something I very much take for granted. Tara has picked “Eyes” as she is supporting the #SeeTheMiracle campaign where Sightsavers are trying to raise £30 Million by 2018. Tara explains why here: Today a man in Africa is having surgery on his eyes because he desperately needs it. If he can’t see he
When did you last write something longer than ten words? With a pen? I struggle to think if I am honest. Which makes me think that if the art of letter writing isn’t quite dead yet it should probably be administered the last rites. I wrote a shopping list of about 30 things on Saturday but that was probably the most I have had to physically write in a long
Oh yes. It was a fabulous day at Barrow Towers when the goodie bag below arrived. You see I love a bag. I have several hundred logo’ed shopping bags and have to be restrained when I am out shopping somewhere that sells one I might not have. The squeal from seeing the bag was nothing compared to the squeal when I saw the personalised rolling pin.
I have a Bob the Builder earworm in my head chanting “I can do it” instead of “can we fix it? Yes we can”. And it is all thanks to a conference I am going to tomorrow called I Can Do It. It’s the brainchild of Hay House publishing and to be honest I hadn’t heard of it until earlier this week when my friend Liz asked if
If you love fudge you will LOVE this salted caramel Baileys chocolate fudge. So there was a thing on Twitter, as there often is. A thing involving Henley Literary Festival earlier this week. A thing with Emma Freud who was interviewing Dawn O’Porter off the telly. And a thing about Emma having a thing about bring cakes to events. Last year the thing was cronuts as
I do love it when the theme for The Gallery is one I have to think about. Sometimes the theme that Tara sets means a photo pops into my head that I think will be perfect fit. Sometimes I then can’t find that picture (the perils of being completely disorganised when it comes to photos) and have to use another one but generally speaking I know the picture I am
I had no clue who Brooks Newmark was until my timeline on Twitter was full of him on Saturday night and Sunday morning after it transpired that he is the latest Minister to get caught with his pants down. And then the story broke of him and some illicit pictures. And paisley pyjamas. That’s their Christmas market buggered then. Nobody is going to want to give a pair
I was thrilled whwn Sainsburys recently asked me if I wanted to get involved in a few campaigns they were running. It is always fun to work with a great brand. Even if my postman is starting to disagree. He knocked on the door last Saturday morning with another huge parcel in his arms and said “It’s from Sainsburys. You must really know how to complain properly to
I have been pondering a lot recently. On all sorts. Wrestling with things I can control, things I can’t and wondering if I could do things differently in the future maybe. Or if I should have done things differently in the past. That all sounds rather dramatic and it isn’t really but I think we all go through periods like that, don’t we? Times when we reflect a
I did this a few years ago when I wrote the 16 year old me, and since I just turned 45 I thought it might be interesting to think about where my life was half way between then and now and write a letter to the 30 year old me. It seems so long ago but was sort of the beginning of the end of one part of my life.
