Tuesday, 22 December 2015


The days are always quite full, but this time of year they are even fuller, with not another a wafer thin moment of tea drinking/cake eating/book reading and it appears blogging to be squeezed in.

In between working there has been many nights of fun, the picture above was one of many I took at the boys sell out gig last week.

Reading has been a bit on the back burner too, my January magazine subscriptions (which were delivered at the end of November) are sitting in a pile unread, and I’m trying to get through only ever yours (pretty good read) as I had a splurge of books recently and have a TBR pile as high as the moon.

Christmas is coming, I have just now wrapped the last of my presents and most of the food is bought, but you can make a safe bet I will be ‘popping into’ the shop on my way home from nightshift Christmas Eve morning to get a few extra bits and pieces.

I Did go to my first Winter wedding this weekend. Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe it. Pinterest worthy hand made decorations at every turn, and would you get a load of this cake made to look like a silver birch tree by the mother of the bride (who does not even make cakes for a living but totally should..

Excuse small photos blogger and I are having relationship issues....


Monday, 7 December 2015

I'm in a music video!

If you read my blog you will know that on a Wednesday I am to be found helping out serving coffee and cake at my friends coffee house which is a coffee shop set up in, well, their house. 
The Coffee House is the venue once a month for the Ukulele group, run by the owners and a friend who teaches guitar/ukulele. Much fun is had, we don't take it too seriously, (although I may need to take it a bit more seriously if I want to be able to play a tune without my notes in front of me!)
So Dan (coffee shop owner) and Mark (guitar teacher) wrote a little ditty about the coffee house, and we all dressed up in sparkles and feathers and shot this video with the help of a wonderful local photographer whose link I will try and find and insert later.
Can you spot yours truly!? Would love to know what you think of it! 

Thursday, 3 December 2015


December, I know that in reality it’s been 11 months but it really seems like just a few weeks. It really doesn't feel like December apart from the Christmas trees I’ve seen whilst being nosy in peoples front windows, and that ‘itchy’ feeling I have that maybe I should go to my shed at the bottom of the garden and find my own sparkly baubles.
 The weather is deceptive, one minute I think it’s cold enough to start the wood burner up and then the next I’m kicking the velvet winter throw off the bed. 
Usually December brings me together with friends and family. This year I know is going to be no different, having already made the road trip to Grannie’s house, the rest of the month sees highlighted (don’t tell me I’m the only blogger with a colour coded highlight system)  meetings in my filo fax of old and new friends, book group and ukulele group meetings, work outings and general get togethers. 
Why we wait till December to cram it all in is one of the great mystery’s of life. There are 12 months in a year and yet we get to December and realise we haven’t seen each other for forever and so cram it all in and then get a shock that the diary is so full and we haven’t got all the shopping done.
I’m planning on having all my Christmas shopping done next week as a trip out with Mum dad and Sis is planned, I’m also planning on not getting sucked into ‘just one more little present because it was on sale’ I may even make a list. And may even stick to it.
Hope your December is going swimmingly

Tuesday, 24 November 2015


I’m not even sure how long it’s been but I know it’s been a while. Sometimes time just goes past and before I know it I’ve missed out on so much in the on line world. I seem to have a lot of plates in the air, and last night I pretty much let one slip when I got a phone call at 6.05pm telling me that I should be on a shift. It was quite inconvenient having to get out of my comfy pj’s and leaving my nice cosy fire. Now winter is officially here it’s a full time job keeping the wood burner going (although it seems we are a bit too good at that job, after I came home last night to a room which was 30 degrees).  There was also nearly an ‘incident’ involving my head and a landslide of wood in the wood shed just now, but hey, give me that over turning the heating on any day.
Christmas is coming and I have started with the shopping. Mostly on line so far, there are just so many good offers on at the moment. I’ve started to notice my friends getting stressy about it and I just want to tell them to calm down, It’s just a few days out of a whole year, in the great scheme of life it’s really not to get stressed about. I’m feeling fairly smug that I’ve even sent some Christmas airmail nice and early. Ho hum. You can hate me if you like.
I always get a bit fidgety this time of year about clearing out things (need space for all the goodies Santa will bring?) I like the house to be fairly clean before the decorations go up and so I did clear out my wardrobe at the weekend. Goodness It was hard. But I was ruthless and if I hadn’t worn it all year it went into the black sack.
In other news we now have a modern flat screen TV. The TV which Mr bought at the tender age of 18 (26 years ago!) has been turned off and we now have a new fangled wall mounted one. Mr is still having issues letting go, as the old Akai is still sat in the lounge awaiting it’s fate. What’s the betting this new one won’t run for 26 years. (they don’t make them like they used to….)
No longer will we be ‘that couple with the really small old TV and a……wait for it…. video recorder!’
I have still been finding the time to be a gym bunny though. It’s 8 months now and I cannot believe the difference it’s made to my fitness and general wellbeing. (Also I’m long overdue for a gym diary post so that will be soon)
The photo above is just one I found on my instagram. I’ve only just started the book but I’m really wanting to get it read before the film comes to town as that does look like a fab movie to go and see.
Tonight I will be catching up on Blog land, see you soon!

Tuesday, 3 November 2015


It’s been a busy and somewhat disorientating couple of months here, with me trying to look like some kind of normal and ignoring the world that sometimes spins around me. 
It was actually 2 months ago I first work up in the morning and said to Mr that I felt drunk, if I had known then that I would only now be feeling a bit closer to normal all this time later I would have been seriously depressed. I’m tired which is probably because my brain is trying to compensate and it takes a bit of concentration to take part in every day activities. 
I’m not one for lying down and giving up and with all the reading I’ve done about labyrinthitis  (Dr google knows everything!) I decided that sitting around thinking about it would not help, as it was likely to last months anyway so I’ve been back working and even going to some gym classes. (I do miss out some of the exercise's though). I think this has helped as the spinning has gotten less and less, and I even found some exercises' on you tube to help with the vertigo and even though at the time it felt like torture (it involves putting your head in positions to actually make the world spin) it got rid of the constant feeling of nausea pretty much instantly. For anyone else suffering, look up the Epley Manoeuvre. It has helped me a lot. 
The drugs they gave me in the beginning made me sleep (whilst dreaming of being at sea) all the time which was ok whist I was at my worst and couldn’t move without vomiting  but after advice from an ex GP friend and also some more googling I stopped taking them in order to make my brain do it alone.
I am hopeful that very soon I will be able to sleep with my one pillow instead of 3, I will be able to do the abs workout at the gym without putting my fleece under my head as a pillow, and I may even be able to dry my hair with my head upside down without falling off the edge of the world.
I’ve missed this place too, I really feel like I haven't caught up with my virtual friends lately but hopefully that will be rectified very soon.

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

90 years young



Today I am wishing my Gran a happy 90th birthday. We celebrated at the weekend with a family meal where I met some of her family I had never met before and others I hadn’t seen for years and years. They came from Scotland to help celebrate and it was so lovely for them all to be able to catch up.

We drank a lot of champagne and had a lot of fun, and my sister and I were in bed by 9.30pm whilst Granny was still whizzing around her flat eating birthday cake and looking at her presents.

I can only hope I will be doing the same at 90.


Sunday, 18 October 2015

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

The Views of The Lake District

(taken at the top of Wrynose pass with self timer)
The Lake District has a special place in our hearts. The Mr and I have spent many many years walking these beautiful hills, and 16 years ago we were married here.
Being The Lake District means the weather can be extremely hit or miss. When we visited at the end of Sept this year we had the best weeks weather ever, perfect walking weather, sunny without being too hot and so clear you could see for miles and miles.

(looking down onto Lake Windermere on a hill above Ambleside)
There’s just no way to explain how amazing it is to sit at the top of a hill you’ve conquered, get out your packed lunch and look over views like this.
Many people go hill walking alone, and although I don't think I would ever do that, I can see why they do.

Lake Windermere from Bow ness)
And if you aren’t up for walking up hills, the views across the Lakes are pretty special too.
If you ever get the chance to visit you should. 


Sunday, 11 October 2015

Thursday, 8 October 2015

This Girl Did

After two weeks of the world spinning around me I never thought I would make it to the top of some hills, all that hard work at the gym this year and I wondered if it would all go to waste, but there I am, at the top, looking down into the Martindale valley in The Lakes. If you look closely you can see the red roof of the hunting lodge which is where we spent many a holiday years ago with friends and where we stayed whilst getting married 16 years ago.
The week was perfect (if you ignore the fact that I felt sick most of the time and I couldn’t move very fast) I only fell on my arse once up the hill, we had some lovely sunny weather, the best we’ve ever had up there, I didn’t want to come home.

Now we are home I’m trying to get back to normal, but am still sleeping with extra pillows and there’s no yoga or body balance for me yet, there is not a chance in hell of me performing downward dog without falling over or throwing up, but I am at least back to work (even if I’m on go slow) and the Mr is being very patient with his wobbly wife.
I’m very out of touch with everyone, and will come and visit you all soon!

Friday, 25 September 2015

Happy Weekend



I hope your weekend is fabulous. I may be off line a bit next week, but come and see me over at my Instagram account.


Thursday, 24 September 2015

My Little Card Shop (see what I did there....)

Like many of us bloggers I have an obsession with stationary. Notecards, notebooks, colored pencils and the like. I remember when the school holidays would be coming to a close I could not wait to get out and spend all my pocket money on a new pencil case and folders for my work. Back then there wasn't the choice there is now. Neither did I have the disposable income to buy whatever I fancied. Now a woman of independent means (ie, I actually get a wage) I get to buy those cute things cards when I like. 
Stationary is quite an affordable obsession (although I suppose it depends on how much you buy...ahem...)
There are a lot worse things I could be obsessed with, but I like to think that this particular obsession brings happiness to others too, for those on the receiving end of my mail when it drops on their door mat. 
Being an 'Army Bratt' and moving a few times as a young girl I kept pen pals and that is, I think where my love of snail mail came from, I still keep in touch with some of those primary school friends through snail mail as well as the obvious social media channels.
So it makes sense (when you think about it) for me to become a Phoenix Trader. After buying some cards yet again from the  beautiful collection of cards designed by British artists, I thought why not sell them myself?  
I have started out with a Facebook page which I would LOVE you to come and look at, maybe even 'like' it. I plan on making this page into a celebration of all things snail mail, so it won't just be me trying to sell stuff (but there may be some of that too). Do come and say 'Hello' to me so that I know I'm not just sitting there surrounded by pretty stationary all by myself. Although when I think about that, it doesn't sound that terrible..
There's a little giveaway competition on there at the moment you could enter and win some HAPPY MAIL.
If you would like to know more, or would like a brochure drop me a message.
I must say thank you as well for the comments on my last post, I am feeling a lot better, but no driving yet as the world hasn't completely stood still but I am definitely feeling better.

Tuesday, 22 September 2015


I've never been one for going on a cruise ship, but this last week I feel like I'm on one that won't let me off, last week I got out of bed and nearly fell overboard, apparently I've got what is known as Labyrinthitis
  and it isn't fun. I don't recommend it.
After spending 4 days horizontal I can at least now get up but my movements are slowed down by the fact I can't turn my head or walk very quickly for fear of rocking the boat.
I'm taking some anti dizzy/nausea tablets that do seem to work a little bit at last, and I'm hoping and praying I feel a lot better next week as we are supposed to be walking the hills in The Lakes next week.
I guess if the worst happens I will just have to sit in a tea room all week very still eating cake with a straight head.
It's at times like these you take notice of the people whom you surround yourself on a daily basis. Sisters who cycle to your house in between jobs to make soup and ask if  'you need to go to the toilet while I'm here' and husbands that cook clean and generally fuss, and friends that check in on you bringing sensible gifts like ginger snap biscuits. These are the times I realise how lucky I am.
At the worst I couldn't even read, but now I can, which of course is a huge success for this reader, and now I can visit my other friends, my virtual ones who I've missed catching up with.

Monday, 14 September 2015

Another Anniversary

Another anniversary creeps up and suddenly I’ve been married to this man for 16 years. Which means we’ve been together for 26 years. More than half my life. It feels like we’ve been together forever, he was my first ‘proper’ boyfriend, I remember hesitating when he asked me to go out with him, he says he always knew we would stay together. I would say now that we’ve had our ups and downs, but to be honest, and not to seem smug, but we really haven't. People often say it’s good to argue, that it clears the air and makes the relationship real. But we just don’t really argue about anything, does this mean we are boring/bored? I don’t think so. We have a lot of adventures together, but we also have our own space, things we do apart with different people and that’s fine with both of us.
I know we are lucky that we found each other, at the right time, and that we’ve had a very happy life together, and the best thing is it’s not over yet. There are many more adventures waiting for us and I can’t wait to enjoy them with my favourite person.

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Inside my HOme on Wheels

Many years ago Mr D and I visited a yard full of big green trucks and came home with ours. We decided we would upgrade from our little green caravan and buy something bigger. The box was empty when we bought it, the floor was covered in oil stains, but Mr had a vision of what it could be and I had my own.
Visiting a caravan and motorhome show we bought a cooker and fridge, the cooker being the ultimate luxury for us after years of managing to make meals on a 2 ring burner.

That bed is where I could sleep forever. I think the patchwork velvet quilt was actually the first accessory i bought for the inside, and I still love it. I can wrap myself up in that and stay there all week if I’m allowed. (I’m not usually allowed)

We spend a lot of time in here, there are a lot of shows throughout the season which we take the truck to and we try to go to as many as we can. More than once we have fantasised about just travelling form one show to the next without coming home…

The wood burner means we don’t just keep our adventures to the summer, we can park up any time of year, as long as we take the wood with us. It gets extremely hot when Mr piles on the wood in the night.

The good thing about the layout is that most things can stay on the shelves during transit, in fact the truck stays stocked up all summer which makes for a pretty quick get away when the time comes and we often use it as an emergency larder if we run out of anything at home we know we probably have it in there.

The good thing about the layout is that most things can stay on the shelves during transit, in fact the truck stays stocked up all summer which makes for a pretty quick get away when the time comes and we often use it as an emergency larder if we run out of anything at home we know we probably have it in there.


Sunday, 6 September 2015

Sunday Thoughts..

Just thought you should know this, in case you miss me
Regular blogging will commence, as soon as I've finished being 'up to no good'.

Monday, 31 August 2015


It’s started. That time when we forget the lovely (too) hot sunny days we’ve spent this year lying around relaxing and sipping one (or 6) gin and tonics, because we’ve had a couple of days of rain and suddenly it’s the bloody British summer and when will we ever get it.
Today we got up far too early to travel the 4 hour drive home in a big old slow moving vehicle in the persisting rain. The weekend was spent at an air and motor show at this event. I don’t actually have any pictures worth showing you as I was having technical differences with my camera, you will just have to take my word that we had a nice time. Mr saw the mistress (he’s actually seen her 3 times in a week but whose counting)? I read another book and tried to be sociable to the well meaning public wanting to look in my home on wheels and ask me how many miles to the gallon it does (fyi 8) and how much the tyres are. I confess that every now and then, I shut myself in.
I’m realising I’ve been a bit neglectful of my blog lately, but this is what happens in the summer season I’m afraid, and I haven't ever really got to grips with the whole scheduling posts thing like a ‘proper blogger’, I sometimes think I should but then I don’t really see myself doing that as a regular thing. It would be like writing in next weeks journal page and who does that?
I have to confess I bought some Christmas decs whilst away, some Christmas bunting. I’ve put it next to my advent calendar. Yes that’s what I said. What can I say, I can’t wait.
I’ve just realised I have just 4 weeks until we go to the hills and I’m wondering if all this gym time will be helpful. I’m kind of hoping I’ll surprise myself.

Friday, 21 August 2015

The Gym Diaries #3

It’s been 4 and a half months since I joined my Gym. I thought it was time for an update on my progress.
I’ve definitely got my favourite classes. And instructors. There are no bad instructors at my gym, but they all have their different ways of teaching the same routine and I like that.
I don’t have a ‘favourite spot’. I know that’s strange as I notice people in the same spots all the time. Those that want to be at the back, and those that want to be smack bang in front of the instructor. Speaking typing of which, purleeeeease STAGGER yourselves. If I was an instructor, I would make that happen. Most annoying thing ever. Because if I smack you in the arm during those iron crosses, that’s probably your fault. Also if someone comes in that few minutes late? MOVE your matt! Just a couple of inches will do it. Be an adult. Make room!
Shall we talk about putting the equipment away? How hard is it exactly to put the weights on the correct rack? For some people apparently it’s impossible. And putting it away before the class is over? Oh god I want to trip them up.
It may sound like I’m being grumpy but honestly I’m still loving my Gym membership. I average 7-8 classes a week, and the classes are an hour long with the exception of CX which is half an hour. Because honestly? Who wants to do an hour class of crunches and planks.
You may (or may not) be wondering if I’ve lost any weight with all these classes and I can tell you in the 4 and a half months I’ve lost just over half a stone. But more importantly than that, I have changed shape. My hips/waist are definitely smaller and my arms are definitely more toned. Enough for people to notice. My balance/flexibility has improved no end, and I feel so much stronger and healthier. I never used to be able to touch the floor in a forward fold, or touch my toes sitting down. I’m able to move through several warrior positions without feeling like I’m going to fall flat on my face.
I’ve just started to up my weights again in Pump. I’m squatting with 4x the weight I started out with, I did up my bench press weight last week which I was really proud of, then they sneakily changed the routine and I thought I was going to die. But I did it. I never thought my bicep weight would change but I upped it a bit this week, yes I did it, yes my biceps have hurt since.
In short everything is getting easier or even doable. Planks were something I never thought was in my reach and press ups? Not a chance in hell. Now I can do some, if not all of the set. As for triceps push ups well I can at least do them which is a bonus.
I’m starting to feel like my up coming holiday walking in Cumbria is going to be a bit of a difference experience to the last few. (Picture me whining and moaning going up the hills and the Mr encouraging me with the promise of chocolate)

Go here and here for more Gym Diary posts.

Sunday, 16 August 2015

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

That was Monday.. (Happy Birthday Eve to me!)

Monday was my Birthday Eve. After sitting on an airfield for the weekend we decided to brave the traffic and come home early so that we could go on a little Birthday Eve shopping trip.
The scene above isn’t quite what I expected to see, not being  the usual route to the next town, but Mr had the idea of checking up on some scaffolding…to see if it had appeared while he wasn’t looking.. (the life of the self employed). So then there was the chance to make dust.
The purpose of the shopping trip was to find me some comfortable walking boots which will take me up the hills which have been my enemy for the last few years. I am hoping that my new boots and my new found fitness levels will get me to the top of some hills without too much hurting and whining. I found some which are actually on my feet as I type to check them out properly. There is a chance I will be walking up and down and up and down my stairs soon.

It’s always the best thing when you stumble across a cafe you never new existed. And when it turns out they make the best milkshakes (with ice cream) and cake. I’m a happy girl.

No shopping trip is complete without a visit to a book store. I was like a child in a sweet shop when Mr told me to ‘choose a book’. FYI I chose The Italians at Cleat's Corner Store. It was a bit of an impulse book buy. I’d never heard of it before or the author, but something about it made me pick it up.
Stopping at Waitrose on the way home to pick up something for tea, which I had after y 2 studio classes. Body pump and body balance. The air conditioning didn’t see to be working I realised after I thought I was having a hot flush.

Thursday, 6 August 2015

Ukulele Club

You remember back in January I told you about my Ukulele Club? Well you may be surprised to know I do still attend. On the first Wednesday evening of the month, I will be found trying to get my too large fingers onto the right strings.
I will admit it has not been without it’s challenges, firstly, it’s damn hard to get your fingers onto the right strings in the right position to make it sound like it should. Then when you get that one chord down, there another one has to be achieved straight after. Not even any time to celebrate.
 I’m not going to lie to you, sometimes, sitting in a small room elbow to elbow (or ukulele to ukulele) with 15 other novices can challenge the most patient of people. (But I confess  that I’m not the most patient of people) There are times when it is not okay to be strumming and twiddling. Especially when some are trying to listen to the person hosting the club so we know what’s expected, where to come in etc. Because if you spend that time fiddling, then you will want it all explained to you again. And again.
I confess that sometimes the thought has crossed my mind that I should take a ukulele and make contact with someone’s head with it.
But then the coffee and cake break happens and it’s all good.
Last night was the ‘Summer Bash’ this time hosted at a members home, complete with tropical punch in the garden and strawberry cake. Yum.
I’ve decided that before next club night I will do some homework and see if I cant get to grips with one of the harder chords.
Wish me luck!

Monday, 3 August 2015

On being 'That child free couple'

It happened again last week, whilst visiting a family’s elderly relative the son (who I’d probably met 6 times for a total of about half an hour) asked me ‘are your children still at home’.
This happens to me a lot, I’m 42, have been married 16 years (in Sept) and so it is assumed we have children.
When I reply that actually we don’t have any children there’s usually a couple of seconds silence which is then filled with them saying one of two things. They will either assume I need their approval by saying, ‘oh well I think that’s great, it’s up to you what you do with your life’. Or they will ask why. Like it’s any of their business and I need to give a valid reason. Or sometimes there’s an awkward ‘oh’ then a silence in which I think they wait for me to explain myself.
The truth is we don’t have a reason other than the fact that we never felt the need. The biological urge to reproduce never came. More important than the fact that we chose not to have children is the fact that we never actually chose to have any.
I’ve heard it all. I’m selfish for not reproducing. We’ll be lonely when we are old, we don’t know what we are missing. Can you imagine if I said what I was thinking, that actually being around them and their off spring for more than 10 minutes or listening to them moaning about the lack of money, time, social lives, sleep, respect (when the kids get older) makes me want to scream. (Or scoop my uterus out with a spoon).
Being the age we are now has it’s advantages in that people have now realised this is us, child free and content to be so.
There is a difference to being child less to being child free. We are definitely the latter, there is nothing 'less' about the life we are having.
“Being child free sucks….the only thing we ever get to do is whatever the hell we want.”

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Saturday, 25 July 2015




I left Mr D on an old Racecourse in Kent this week surrounded by green metal and canvas and took the adventurous train rides home alone to attend a funeral. I realised what good friends I have when one of them met me at the station with a bunch of flowers and a pint of milk. I thought about taking the return journey back again but then it rained. And hasn’t stopped. Whilst the mud and rain is a bit of fun and all, my bed is cosy, and, well I stayed put.

As I’m supposed to be in a field in Kent I haven't any work booked in for a few days, which means i can write a list of the many things which haven't gotten done around the house in months. Maybe I’ll even tick some things off the list. I can meet the Niece and go to tea and cake before she heads off on her adventures again next week, and I can watch 7 back to back episodes of Nashville. (I may have already done that).

I have booked my gym classes for the week, I’ve missed them and can’t wait to get back to it, although I confess I did try some yoga at camp (while everyone else had gone out for the day, I’m no yogi)

I need to catch up on my bloggy  friends lives, and write some mail which I am really behind with. And it’s nearly lunch time already…


Sunday, 19 July 2015

Saturday, 18 July 2015


I haven't read nearly enough books this year, If I counted them on my fingers I wouldn’t run out, which makes me quite sad and jittery for some reason, like I’m some kind of addict. Which is possibly true.
I’ve been busy with work, my new found love of the gym, and life in general, and the book club book which was chosen is still in my bag, with the bookmarker no where near the middle, 5 weeks later. Just typing that has made me go all shaky.
This week there will be time to sit and read whilst parked in a field full of military vehicles, my little pile of books was the first thing I packed.
Now I need to pack some food. I suppose that’s quite important too.

Sunday, 12 July 2015

Friday, 10 July 2015


sweaty betty
It came to my attention recently that I have a list of obsessions
Gym wear. Ok so I’m no fashionista of the gym. I don’t strut about in layers of neon with my stomach on show, in fact I used to wonder why people didn’t just wear an old T-shirt and jogging pants for a work out. Then I joined a gym, and now I’m realising. Gym wear is a must have.  The first time in my life I have ever owned a sports bra and omigoodness I could wear one every day. So comfy. Stretching into all manor of positions at Yoga I’ve come to appreciate a well fitting comfortable pair of leggings. And that little secret pocket I only discovered after wearing a pair for about 10 classes… I’m no expert, and I’m only just discovering the whole gym wear world but the clothes I’ve bought from both Sweaty Betty and Fabletics are making me a very happy and comfortable girl at class.
I’m still slightly obsessed with berries. You can read a post about my love for them right here. I still eat them for breakfast and I’ll take a little pot of them if I’m on a shift at work as a snack.
I’m trying to get though Once Upon a Time on Netflix. That’s one for me when Mr is tinkering in the garage, whilst The Blacklist is one for the both of us to watch together.
Reading. Well not reading, but my lack of it. There are only so many hours in the day and so far this year I have not made a big enough dent in my TBR pile. I’m very sad.
Summer. The sun has been shining here and I cannot wait to get away on adventures. This will help with the reading problem of course as there will be lots of time to sit around the camp fire and read. (Although I’m wondering if I should take my yoga mat)
Water. Weird obsession maybe, but it’s new to me this water drinking. I’m amazed at how much better I feel since I started making an effort with the water intake.
Have you got anything you’re obsessed with?

Friday, 3 July 2015

The Great British Summer

war and peace 7
It’s happened, where we are all moaning about how hot it is, that big yellow thing in the sky shows it’s face for more than a couple of days and there’s talk of the poor gardens needing a water, it’s too hot to work, to sit out, when will we get a decent days rain. And you know when the rain falls for more than five minutes that sun will have been forgotten and we will be wondering if we will ever get a decent summer.
We are just never satisfied, the weather is never predictable, and we are never grateful.
The picture above was taken last summer and as you can see I’m a prepared girl. Summer dresses, wellie’s and umbrella. That’s the wardrobe of my summer holiday.
I haven't had much time lately, to visit you all, to write, or even to wash my kitchen floor which I can see from the corner of my eye but I'm trying to ignore it.
This weekend is a sister road trip to Grandma’s. Tea, cake and gossip. Just the 4 and a half hour drive to get through.
Have a great weekend and enjoy the weather!