I’m sure many of you are scratching your heads thinking… Sat navs don’t have feelings and ordinarily, I’d agree. However, while on my honeymoon I changed my mind. You see, while on holiday in Cornwall, it became abundantly clear that our sat nav really doesn’t like us. Either that or it’s possessed. (the jury is… Continue reading How To Tell If Your Sat Nav Hates You.
As some will have noticed, I’ve been MIA for a while. My only excuse is, life got in the way. What with my daughters wedding, my wedding, my honeymoon, my other daughter starting university, and now Christmas, everything has been happening at once. Now, I find my self in a position with lots to tell… Continue reading Guess Who’s Back
Yes, I know this sounds insane but I swear it’s true. My daughter and I came to this conclusion the other day. It was a day like any other. We went to work, came home, had tea, did the usual daily chores… It was evening when we discovered this startling revelation. It happened when my… Continue reading I’m Marrying A Sim
The other week my daughter got married. As some will know this has been a long anticipated event. And what started my sudden need to lose weight. (yeah, let’s not elaborate on that at the moment… I’m blaming the free wine) Well, it finally happened. The day arrived yielding patches of rain, stressed bridesmaids and… Continue reading One Wedding Down, One To Go.
After years of waiting, the time has finally arrived where it looks like my youngest might be leaving the nest. In September she is hoping to leave for university. I approach this event with mixed feelings. While a part of me is sad to think I will no longer be needed, another bit of me… Continue reading Leaving The Nest.
Last week I went shopping for a wedding dress. This is something I’ve been itching to do but putting off due to losing weight. However, since my wedding plans had come to a bit of a stand still I decided it was time. I needed something to make it all seem real again. My first… Continue reading It’s All About The Dress.
The other day, I had an accident. Or more accurately, the floor decided to attack me. This wouldn’t have been too bad if the bath hadn’t decided to get in on the act too. Five hours at A&E later, I’m home, lying on the couch with two broken ribs and discovering the wonderful world of… Continue reading Attack Of The Killer Bath Tub