Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Read the Husband's response to this letter...click here
Friday, 9 November 2012
Listen to Paul Coxon's story, the view from an adopted child http://audioboo.fm/boos/342246-my-story-part-1-about-my-adoption
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
For me it's the season of puddle-jumping.
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
It was a gift from my Kenyan brother-in-law after Obama became President and the whole of Africa celebrated. Great isnt it?
Good Luck Obama!
Friday, 2 November 2012
Hidden away in the secret valley that is Uley, Gloucestershire, is Prema Arts Centre. A wonderfully eccentric place where you can take part in all manner of crafty, cultural and musical craziness.
And now It’s got a café.
The offer is simple; coffee, cake, panini, soup; and Adam (above) sets the vibe.
He loves coffee and he makes great bread. Enough said.
It’s a great place to meet, chat, work and chill out (free wifi). The welcome is warm, the locals are friendly and whenever I go in I meet someone new.
The cakes are made at home by a local resident, they taste good and are beautifully presented. The walls are adorned with art (that you can buy), it changes regularly so you never get bored and there's always good background music.
Sunday, 21 October 2012
A conversation. Sunday night at 9pm:
Thursday, 4 October 2012
I'm a bit late posting this, but here's the poem that reminds me most of my childhood. It has to be read in a North Wales accent, because my Dad always read this to me.
My 4 year old son loves it too. It's from the book A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. Dated but still beautiful. (I tend to replace 'nursie' with mummy!)
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.
Monday, 24 September 2012
|The Gower - empty and beautiful|
By the way, the camping was wonderful, four days, hot sun, large empty beach, cold beer, nice wine and happy kids playing til dark.
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
|rainbow porn (gloucestershire)|
|Moon porn (Lamu)|
Monday, 20 August 2012
|treatment room (soundproof for snoring)|
|Free fruit, I mean, who doesn't like FREE fruit??|
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
I'm not what you'd call high maintenance when it comes to my appearance. My hair mostly does itself and I only wear makeup on nights out. But behind the I-don't-care-how-I-look facade, hides a girl who's a sucker for a good face cream.
I have a cream for everything. If it promises to reduce the bags or iron out the wrinkles, I'm there.
I am a skincare marketing wet dream.
So when a friend offered me the chance to test and review a new British made skincare range (just as I was running low on Dermalogica supplies), I jumped at the chance.
I've got my samples and I've started using. Over the next few Weeks I'll review each product and let you know how I'm getting on.
I'm stress testing them on a no-time-to-fart lifestyle. After rugby, on a 5.30am wake up call and with a hangover.
The products are from Devon, take a look at www.renskincare.com on twitter @RENskincare
Here's my box of tricks. EXCITED!
Sunday, 5 August 2012
(And when I grow up I want to be Clare Balding, with Denise Lewis's body. That's all.)
Friday, 20 July 2012
It's been a good day.
For one hour I lay on my back, wrapped in a towell whilst a complete stranger rubbed REN into my pores.
In a beautiful, stylish, modern hotel. And 20 miles away my husband was putting the kids to bed.
*insert smiley face*
I was there to try the new products. REN are British made (in Devon) and I'll be trying them out of over the coming weeks.
But for now take a minute to imagine yourself - child, husband, partner or pet free, in the muted, dimmed, rose-smelling, calm ambience of the Montpellier Chapter Hotel's Spa.
Here are some pictures to help.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
This weekend I've been thinking about it a lot. I mean, who doesn't worry about making friends?
From starting a new school, to going to Uni, moving away for your first proper job and then changing job. Buying your first house and meeting the neighbours, buying the next house and wondering if you'll build the same relationships again. Starting a family and fitting in with the mums, finding a life for yourselves that's more than just the kids.
But looking back, every time my life has changed direction (or location) I've met more great people to enjoy the journey with. Turns out there are a lot of friendly people out there, more than happy to let a welsh girl in.
So as I get ready to give up the day job and get the eldest off to school, I should be getting that familiar anxiety of starting all over again. But this time I'm excited, turns out this place I live in is full of crazy people and I think I'm going to have a ball.
(Besides, if I didn't have any friends, I'd have to spend more time at home with my husband)