It’s ages since I’ve done a bit of am-dram. “I’ve been resting, darling” is what I say to everyone about the break from my musical theatre stuff. So it was quite a treat to be asked to
Mum’s Gone to Portugal – The Memorable Bits
I suppose it can’t get much more memorable than sharing the first week with a TV celebrity chef (see previous post) but there was a smattering of other bits I’d like to share with you
Mum’s Gone to Portugal – Having Dinner with John Torode
There are four pools in the Martinhal resort and this one pictured, the beach club pool, is by far the most popular. It never looks like this when it’s open – the Fat Boy loungers
Mum’s Gone to Portugal – Home from Home in Martinhal
Despite having packed two plastic boxes full of medical supplies, Dougie was still flailing about on the night before our trip to Portugal, having chopped his finger with a kitchen knife. It was more of
Mum’s Going to Portugal…very soon.
I don’t think I was ever cut out for budget travel, backpacking or slumming it. As you can see from previous posts I tend to choose hotels based on the thread count of the Egyptian cotton sheets
60 Day Makeover – The Kitchen Reveal
I think you’ve waited long enough. I wrote about the upheaval of putting in our new kitchen some weeks ago and apart from a few little photos showing how things were progressing, you haven’t had
The Gallery – Vintage – The Mystery of the Danish Dish
When my father died in February this year I began to read his memoirs; they are written in an old lined book, stories of his childhood, National Service and university days. I read about his two
Dr Dougie’s Guide to Duct Tape
Many of you will know about my other half’s love of the silver grey sticky stuff. You may remember from a previous post of his expertise in fixing lethal barbecues, wobbly frying pans and burst rubber rings during our holiday