Sometimes when you’re driving you come across something unexpected which makes you pull over and get the camera out. This was one such occasion, last October, taking the scenic route across to Midlands towards the
Mum’s Gone To BritMums Live
Clockwise from top left: some of the winners of the Brilliance in Blogging awards with presenter Katy Hill; cushions at The Hoxton Hotel; the girls in All Bar One; part of my prize, new
Mum’s Going to BritMums Live
Tomorrow morning I will be heading down to London for my first blogging conference and despite the fact that I’m a big girl now, I am rather nervous. I’m not really sure why. It’s not because I’ll
Mum’s gone to the Spalding Midsummer Ball
It’s that time again. Our annual big night out where we join our friends to raise money for good causes and get very merry in the process. The Spalding Midsummer Ball raises money for Macmillan
Am I a football widow…or witch?
It was our 22nd Wedding Anniversary at the weekend and we celebrated it by watching Euro 2012, the Germany v Portugal match. Dougie, romantic old soul that he is, thought he would jolly up the evening for
Johnny and the Jubilee Weekend
After our night at the 1950s party last Saturday evening, we headed off to Newcastle early-ish Sunday morning to spend some time with Mum and the rest of the family. The little fella in the montage above
A conversation I wish I’d never started: No. 5
These embarrassing conversations usually feature my teenage son and me. This time it was a little dialogue with my husband. I shall set the scene. Dougie is getting ready to go to work and I’m
Party like it’s 1952
The invitation said to dress in 1950s style. I’m not convinced my dress was that authentic: sort of tulip-shape, cap-sleeves, slightly empire line. Could have been anywhere between the 40s to the 60s and most