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…
View PostGive 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…
View PostIt’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…
View PostYou 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…
View PostNewsFlash! 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…
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