New Boots, a Shocking Discovery and Some Favourite Reads #LittleLoves 

If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that we spent a very relaxing and fun few days at the Cotswold Water Park last weekend, to celebrate my parents’ golden wedding anniversary. As this picture suggests, we really were spoilt with the weather. So what about the rest of this week? The nearer I get to Friday, the more I begin…

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Ten Years From Now

Today is my birthday, I am the ripe old age of 45. I still can’t decide whether 45 is old or I am in fact in my prime. My grey hairs and creaking joints tell me the former, whilst my penchant for Top Shop and body spray indicates the latter. Perhaps that is what the term ‘middle age’ actually means – torn…

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The Missing, Being Blonde and a Touch of Lemon Drizzle #…

Another Friday looms large and what a lot we’ve packed into this week. I’ve managed a lovely bout of online shopping, some stunning dog walks and have even sent off some birthday presents to reach the recipient ON TIME (a rare win in this house). I think that calls for a celebration! We are actually preparing for a celebration this weekend as we head to…

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Purge to Splurge – A Wardrobe Overhaul

Crimson leaves, crisp mornings, and…dirty windows. Yes, it’s officially autumn, there’s no doubt about that. Remind me why all the windows suddenly look like something out of Hammer House of Horrors? I might not be keen on the extra cleaning required, but autumn is officially my favourite season; not least because I get to resurrect my cosy knits and ankle boots.…

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Jazzy Scarves, Autumn Puddings and a Bit of Birdy Love #…

For some reason, this week has dragged by super slowly. Not that I’m wishing my life away you understand, I’ve just been so tired. Every day I’ve woken up, longing for it to be the weekend and for the alarm to be a mistake. Now that we are finally in sniffing distance and I have a girlie overnight break to look…

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The Three Stages of a Mum Meltdown 

Having spent almost an entire week trying to persuade my daughter’s drama teacher to issue her with a new exam certificate (name spelt correctly this time) I could feel the red mist descending. How can one exam certificate take 9 months for goodness sake? What followed was not pretty…. Private Instagram messages, Facebook posts written on her business page, voicemail messages getting increasingly sterner by the day. I was…

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