With no far flung holidays planned this year (and potentially not next year either if we go ahead with the kitchen renovation) and photos of other families flying off to exotic climes flashing in front of me every time I pop on to social media, I've been suffering from a touch of mostly ridiculous and completely unnecessary mum guilt. Why? I have no idea. My children are far from wanting. And intercontinental jaunts are a luxury not a given. But, still. It's been niggling at me. So I decided to have a little chat with the boys.Read More
Why is it that the mostly-beige contents of your fridge feel so much fancier when wrapped in brown paper, popped in a picnic basket and eaten under the shade of a tree? Or is it the chilled wine accompanying the bread and cheese that artificially make them seem so? Either way, sun, sandwiches, Saugvinon, and sitting on a pretty picnic blanket, you'll find no complaints from me.Read More
I love this time of year.
Summer tunes, the smell of sun cream, extra freckles, sandals over socks, and sitting down to dinner outside and praying that the big black cloud just about visible on the horizon passes us by.
Yes, when they weather offers up an opportunity to dine outdoors, I'm going to grasp it, even if it means wearing several layers and being prepared to quickly gather everything up and run indoors.