A lifestyle blog
Last week I wrote about the Build-a-Bear Workshop and suggested you are never too old for a teddy bear. Well the same is true for a visit to the Warner Bros studio and their “Making of Harry Potter” tour. When C had a week off around her birthday recently there were a couple of things she wanted to do: Thorpe Park with her boyfriend and two of their mates, and
The above is the photo I was going to use for today’s Silent Sunday. A nice vase of tulips taking on our patio table. But then when I woke up this morning and lay in bed having a rare (and I mean really rare) lie in, I spotted this list: 100 People who make life better for others.
When I was first approached and asked if I wanted to review the Build-a-Bear Workshop my first thought was “hold on, my children are 20, 18 and 15, why on earth would I want to do that?”. And then remembered that you are actually never too old for a new hand made teddy. So accepted gratefully and told E that we were off to Basingstoke the following Saturday. There
One word on The Gallery this week.
The lovely people at Revolution Sports asked if we would like to go to the RWHS and, as it’s just up the road, and we will go to the opening of an envelope like to get out when we have nothing else on and there’s a place we haven’t been before. Anyway, it was a lovely day to head off to Datchet, find the car park and then wonder which
I don’t know exactly when it hit me. It might have been walking out of the pub that Sunday. Back towards our cars and you holding my hand. You in your mustard jumper. Me in a denim shirt with paint splashes. Neither of us was really dressed for any kind of whirlwind, let alone thunderbolts. But it definitely felt like I was hit by a thunderbolt when you took
20 years ago A gentle knock at the door and a Scottish nurse who is also 3000 miles from home pokes her head around the door “It’s time to get you ready Mrs Brewin”. It’s dawn and she has spent the night alone in a private room in the most exclusive hospital in Riyadh. Work connections have pulled strings for this to happen and she is eternally grateful. It’s unusual
I had all sorts of plans for the theme this week when I saw it was “up close and personal”. I have just ordered some macro filters for my camera so I can start taking some arty shots. But as per usual I am a complete techno-noob. I have no idea how they work and can’t really get the camera to do what I want it to. So I
I eavesdropped a really interesting discussion on Twitter over the weekend. One that really made me sit up and think for a minute. Commenting on blogs is something that all bloggers have an opinion about and that many worry about. I have often seen the odd grumble that says “I just don’t get the comments on my posts anymore I must be a rubbish blogger” but is that really the
The lovely people at Gousto asked if I would review one of their “recipe boxes”. So, let me just think about that – one less shopping trip, one less “what can I do with this selection of ingredients that have jumped into my trolley unaided” moment. Durrrr – yes please. So, the box arrived on time – they give you a delivery date and it turns up as planned –
Last weekend social media was awash with tweets / instagram tags / photos on Facebook that were all labelled as #MorrisonsMum. A very clever collaboration between Morrisons and Britmums whereby bloggers were given £80 of vouchers and asked to just go shop in Morrisons over the Bank Holiday weekend. Well hello. Not only being told to shop but being given the money to do so? If ever a campaign had
Just outside our kitchen door is a patch of patio that looks more dull than a dull thing. The gravel from the drive falls on to it. The cats sit on it. The compost box falls over and leaks on to it. It floods when it rains. It just generally looks sad. So when Mr B went shopping recently and came home with a tray of live herb plants (no
