Apologies in advance peeps, for I thought it was time I wrote a tips post. Yes, a tips post. The sort of tedious diatribe where someone sees fit to give you their pearls of wisdom on a subject that you probably know more about than they do. I have read some classics in my time:…
Month: October 2016
#Single Mum Reviews: Mathmos Lava Lamp
Many months ago, I embarked on the tedious process of buying a house. My stipulations were basic: The property needed to be in or around the Bristol area, and it needed to have more than one bedroom. The purpose of the latter was clear; Piglet and I had been roomies since his birth. There was…
#DaysOutWithPiglet: Westonbirt Arboretum
It’s the Easter holidays, and I, with my two week school holiday freedom, am mulling over ways to turbo-charge my blog in the limited time available and send me into the stellar realm of the Superstar Blogger; the one who is whispered about reverently in hushed tones on the Internet, the one who is regarded…
#SchoolsOut Linky #1
Well hello peeps, and welcome to the very first edition of the #SchoolsOut school holiday linky. For those of you who have children at home driving you round the bend, I feel your pain as I am currently writing this with Piglet sat on my lap jabbing me in the hand with the end of…
Introducing…..#SchoolsOut, the School Holiday Linky
I have all my best ideas on the train to work. In the fleeting moments when I have nothing better to do than catch up with the morning’s essential tweets, hidden under my enormous mum-parka wondering when it was that I started wearing clothes that made me look like a giant mushroom, ideas come to me,…
An Interview With Sir Topham Hatt
We meet at the Reform Club, Sir Topham-flanked by Aryan-looking security guards in impeccable Air Force blue uniforms-enters with a flourish, raising his top hat and tossing his cane into the arms of a waiting flunky at the door. “I do hope you haven’t been waiting long,” he says with a wry smile as he…
Is Driving An Essential Requirement for the Middle Class Parent?
Being a parent very often feels like being on trial. One of those televised American trials where the defendant appears, hair unwashed, wearing a drab ill-fitting suit, to find the eyes of the media are upon them, probably having given them some hideous nickname, like “Foxy Knoxy” or something a lot less flattering. I sometimes…
Single Mum Cooks: Mediterranean vegetables with Greek salad
From lazy Sunday afternoons in The Real Greek to lazy entire weeks in the real Greece, I am a fan of Greek food. A few months back I found a Greek cookbook casually lying around the house, and, realising that this was the same cookbook my parents brought me back from a holiday in…
Goodbye to the Fairytale
I know, I’m sorry. It’s all been said before and we can all yawn over the collective tabloid word-vomit of celebrity relationship-fatigue that is yapping on about Brad n’ Ange, Posh n’ Becks, Jen n’ whoever it is she finally married, but I couldn’t resist getting my two pence in, two weeks or whatever after…