Just like that it’s time to stow away the ghosts & ghouls for another year. If you are quick there may be a small window of opportunity left to make a pumpkin pie or soup…..if you can find one! But I wouldn’t count on it. Autumn was all about crunching…
There comes that moment every night when the madness has passed. Pj’s are on, teeth are minty, fresh and clean. Head’s on pillows with the days adventures playing out whilst another day draws to a close. It sounds idillyic, doesn’t it? In reality, you slump down onto the sofa, feeling…
There’s this little voice inside my head all of the time. It’s a good thing – it guides me through life, reminding me when the going gets tough that this will pass. Sometimes it’s a bad thing, I must admit. Telling me that I’m falling behind or pointing out any potential…
When hubster and I got engaged in 2006 my parents bought us a washing machine as a gift. It was my Mum’s version of history repeating itself as her Mum had bought her a fridge for their engagement. Ye may giggle – I’m sure I did at the time but…
“What you see before you, my friend, is the result of a lifetime of chocolate.” Katharine Hepburn couldn’t have put it better really. There are lots of sacrifices that need to made in life. However chocolate is not one of them in my opinion. Everything in moderation, as I always say.…
All good things must come to an end. They really do not come much better than this summer, do they? And whilst they may have been and audible sigh of relief from my direction when the kids went back to school 2 weeks ago, I was also sad to see…
Confession: Sometimes I do a little happy dance around my kitchen. It normally entails flailing of hands awkwardly in one direction whilst my legs do something really uncool and Dad-like, and at the same time mouthing words to a song from the ’90’s that nobody under the age of 30…
Give me all of the chocolate, anytime, anywhere. I am a self-confessed, beyond help chocaholic. It just kinda makes me happy. Chocolate says ‘I love you’ so much better than a carrot in my world. It’s nothing personal carrot – it’s me, not you. But what to do when you…
“Let’s getaway for the weekend” I said. “It’ll be great! We’ll just chuck a few things into a bag and off we go” 2 full days of packing, 3 near divorce incidents, one husband disappearing for a haircut just as you are about to pull out of the driveway and…
It’s normally about this time of year that the contents of my garage start to spill out onto my lawn. An Irish Pandora’s box of sorts….dragged from its winter slumber, dusted off and dumped into the paddling pool for a quick wash by those under the legal driving age who…
You may not know this about me but I spent a year of my life living in Bangkok. Right in the middle of the central business district…….an area probably more commonly known to visitors as Patpong market. There wasn’t a knock-off handbag that went in or out of that…
NewsFlash! My husband isn’t the only living thing with a beard that I love. Although he doesn’t use his to attach to rocky shore lines, he has been known to be fairly sedentary during periods of his life – similar to the blue mussel. Do you know a mussels beard…
Here’s a little known few facts about me. I have ostrich tendencies. Yes indeed you did read that correctly. And whilst I don’t necessarily hit speeds of up to 70km per hour we are similar in the fact that I cannot fly, but boy can I run. Just slower. Much…
I’m not averse to diary. In fact I hold nothing at all against anything bovine if truth be told. It’s just my days of downing a pint of milk with my dinner are behind me. But who am I to judge? Rest easy – I don’t. But I am more…
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side. I’ve started so I’ll continue. Why did the turkey cross the road? To prove he wasn’t chicken. I’m outdoing my Dad here, huh? The oldies are the goodies, aren’t they? However I like the sound of these…
Friday. noun: Friday, plural noun: Fridays the day of the week before Saturday and following Thursday. the day it all goes to pot and you don’t actually care following a week of trying to keep ’em all alive & yourself sane. where’s the wine? We’ve made it to the end of…
I have some news. There has been an addition to our tribe. It was quite the surprise really. Now don’t go getting all excited for the pitter patter of little feet once again. I’d hate you to be disappointed. No, it’s not a puppy either – but you would be…
I eat my peas with honey, I’ve done it all my life, They do taste quite funny, but it keeps them on my knife. Spike Milligan I imagine that Spike’s mother may had uttered a sigh of desperation back in the day when she observed her son’s penchant for the sweet…
I had a romantic notion about us going skiing as a family next winter. My head was full to the brim with thoughts of white powdery snow falling softly around us, hot chocolates being sipped in the firelight, red cheeks and dewy eyes whilst singing Kombuya with arms intertwined and…
Charles Schulz, one of the most influential cartoonists of all time, gave us Peanuts, Charlie Brown and Snoopy. You don’t draw 18,000 strips of cartoon over 50 years without knowing what’s what. This man speaks sense. I present to you Exhibit A: “All you need is love. But a little chocolate…
