TEA, tea. Glorious tea. Besides wine (and perhaps a cosmopolitan) it is my absolute favourite drink. You can keep your coffee and your cappuccinos, just give me a decent cuppa of any kind and I’m a very happy chappy.
THIS is the question I keep asking myself at the moment. The one that is continually repeating itself over and over in my frazzled brain. Have I been the best Mum? Have I? Have I? Have I been as good as I could have been? (To date, obviously.)
IT’S hard to believe now that just a couple of weeks ago, I was in Italy with my little family. As I sit here going through the hundreds of photos (!) and look outside my window at another grey day in Blighty, I can only wish I was back in beautiful Umbria enjoying the glorious Italian sunshine. I was sent to Italy by the wonderful Bookings For You. A company
IT’S not very often I’m brought to tears by a campaign. Or moved by a video. But as soon as I watched this short film, I sobbed. And I’m not one little bit ashamed to admit it.
YOU are not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm. That’s a quote I came across the day. It is one that I wish I’d come up with myself. It is one that has stuck with me and not only that, but has definitely given me a bit of a jolt. It may sound crazy, a bit bonkers or even unbelievable to some of you reading
OK so the weather may not exactly be playing ball right now, but we are now well and truly in spring! Which when it comes to our homes, means one thing only, it’s time for a good ol’ ‘spring clean’ and a sort out. I don’t know about you but I always think there’s something rather lovely and motivating about having a good tidy up. Getting organised. Throwing junk out.
ONE of the very best things about being a blogger is that I get to try out all kinds of things. Life, as they say, is never dull. And so it was last Friday, that I was fortunate enough to try out something, which I truly believe could take the UK by storm once people know about it. What did I try out? Facial reflexology.
I DON’T know about you, but my life is FULL. Full to the brim of stuff I need to do, stuff I need to keep, stuff I want to have. Emotional stuff. Happy stuff. Dark stuff. To do lists. Little notes on bits of paper. Reminders. Dates. Torn out recipes I want to try one day. Internal memos. Dreams, hopes and desires. Life. Love. Work. Relationships. Motherhood. I’m exhausted just even