Instagram, Facebook, bloody blogs like this – we’re a nation of editors now, aren’t we? The filters, the dreamy yet meticulously edited versions of our lives that we put online. I’m not suggesting I don’t do this myself, of course I do. This blog is a carefully filtered selection of my weekly exploits. I don’t share the crap, I don’t share the challenges, tears and tantrums. Just the funny stuff – and the pretty pictures. Continue reading
Apart from summer, there is no better time to be in England than now, the spring. The garden has come alive with things the previous owner planted. I don’t know what anything is, but it all looks great.
This thing, for example, is so beautiful I didn’t even put a filter on the picture: Continue reading
In which I trial a healthy alternative pancake shaped thing.
I realise I’m writing a Pro Pancake Day blog a few weeks after writing an Anti Valentine’s Day blog. There is no consistency to my belief system. I don’t like the forced consumerism of Valentine’s Day but I do love pancakes. Continue reading
Okay, this week I am not so much writing a post for my blog as telling you to go visit another blog.
But do come back. I like you. I need you. You make me feel wanted.
Sugar. It’s the new tobacco. This year began with a new media bandwagon: suddenly sugar was the enemy. And not just white sugar in your tea and the obviously bad simple sugars in your chocolate bars and cakes, but the sugar in your mangoes and bananas, the sugar in your bread. It’s hiding. It’s hiding in food you thought was healthy and you’re eating it and it’s making you fat, tired and hungry for more sugar. It’s giving you wrinkles, causing diabetes, cancer and heart disease. Continue reading
I’ve achieved quite a lot in the last 13 months. Not in a Nobel Peace Prize, cure for cancer kind of way, but in a perfectly satisfactory way for a woman who has gone to festivals, flown abroad, moved house, met friends, gone swimming, read a bit, written a lot, bought more clothes from shops with dubious links to Angora rabbit skinning than I want to think about, eaten all the food I’ve wanted, when I’ve wanted it, drunk some red wine, some Schnapps, some chocolate vodka (under duress) and generally gone about my day moaning about trivial things like the farm shop up the road being out of parsnips. Continue reading
I had to part with a wad of money this month, in my annual pay back of my student loan. Self employed people like moi have to do it once a year in one big fat smack in the face. Employees just pay back a little bit off their salary per month, which must be far less painful. Continue reading