And it’s goodbye from me – a fond farewell?

As the title suggests, I have decided to hang up my blogging hat. I don’t want to rattle off a whole plethora of negative reasons why, even though there are some, instead I’d… Read More →

Liz Jones: From Burkas to Barking Mad

I’ve not encountered the column of Liz Jones before but after reading her post about ‘mummy bloggers’ I took a quick glance through the titles of some of her other posts and found… Read More →

Do You Reddit?

Following a twitter conversation with some lovely ladies last week, I’ve been dabbling with Reddit. It seems to me to be a similar(ish) concept to Stumble Upon in that people can upload links… Read More →

A Blogging Dilemma. Integrity vs Morality.

I have a dilemma. We went on holiday recently and prior to going I discussed with the owner that I would be reviewing it afterwards if she didn’t mind. I told her that… Read More →

New blog!

One of the most frequently asked questions I hear in the office at work is “so what’s for dinner tonight then?” and as I’m utterly obsessed with food (just ask my ever expanding… Read More →

K is for… Knicker Club

Something that @MrsTeepot tweeted earlier today “Now drowning in thongs!” made an old memory jump into my mind. A few years ago I was sent a letter inviting me to join a ‘knicker… Read More →

M is for… My Mistress

3. Who’s your boss? Who (or what!) is in charge of you and your life? This is EASY. Much as I try and deny it, Twitter Is My Mistress. For example, today is… Read More →

Blog of Substance Award

The lovely, kind and generous Garry @himupnorth has awarded me the Blog of Substance Award. Now he did create a new rugged, manly badge for the this meme however being as I am… Read More →

The East of England

Welcome one and all to the East of England – a guest blog for @smittnbybritain The East of England is a beautiful and underrated part of the country. It isn’t especially well known… Read More →

S is for… Sensory Overload

For prompt 4 of porridge’s writing workshop. I shouldn’t be here Would he find out? I’d promised ‘never again’ Could he find out? It was so beautiful to look at I’m just looking,… Read More →