This is a collaborative post with Sparks & Daughters, but all views are my own. The clocks went back at the weekend and there’s now no denying that we’re on the rapid descent from ‘bit chilly’ to ‘absolutely freezing’. As ever, I’ve been caught out by the sudden change in temperature and last Friday before …
Maybe it’s because we’re almost at the end of the school holidays and I can’t decide if I’m more upset by how many pounds I’ve put on or by how many pounds I’ve spent since the middle of July. Or maybe it’s because having both children at home means I have no time to tidy …
I may have mentioned it before, but I do love Smyths. It’s great to be able to buy all my Christmas presents for the children in our family in one place, and it also helps that I can browse the catalogue weeks beforehand to help me decide what I want to buy. Smyths stocks a …
It’s started. September is here again, and so begins the descent into winter and the countdown to Christmas. Each year there are five tell tale signs that summer is long gone, and that winter and Christmas are on the way: The rain and drizzle returns and that spare bedroom, which has spent the last few …
It’s been over two months since I’ve written anything on the blog. In hindsight, it would probably have been a bit more professional if I’d announced that I’d be taking a break, but the truth is, I never planned to stop writing. Life just got in the way and before I knew it, we were …
Now, I’ve already written something about my less than fondness for September, but in hindsight, I think my rant was misplaced. You see, this year, October is really taking the mick. Just to summarise our current position, late October: we are recovering from apple purgatory and now find ourselves slap bang in the middle of birthday …
Well, here we are again, September. You don’t waste any time, do you? August has barely packed up her flip flops and there you are, mooching about with your darker nights, cold winds and frizzy hair. I’ll be frank, September. You get on my wick. Here’s why. You saunter in all coy when no …