Man-flu

Man-flu

If I were a man, I would be outraged at the blatant sexism in this title. But it’s true; I have man-flu. I’m dying (I’m not) My head is about to explode (it’s still intact) I can’t smell anything (except the kids’ chipolatas cooking – is there a spare one?) I can’t taste anything (except [click here to read more]

Come What May

Come What May

May always makes me reflect on times gone by. Even the word has a vintage quality to it; in my head I think of maypoles and dancing and suddenly I am Tess of the d’Urbervilles catching the eye of Angel Clare on that fateful Wessex morning… It feels pagan, natural and grounded.   For me it [click here to read more]

BlogCamp

BlogCamp

Last weekend I ventured north to Birmingham to attend my first BlogCamp run by Tots100. Rather indulgently, I went up the night before and stayed in a lovely, old-fashioned (but in a good way) hotel in the Burlington Arcade, just a kitten’s sneeze away from New St Station, Primani and one of the loveliest Waterstones [click here to read more]

*adopts dodgy cock-er-ney accent* Oh, It's a Jolly 'oliday....

*adopts dodgy cock-er-ney accent* Oh, It’s a Jolly ‘oliday….

Remember me? It’s been a while…. I have been non-stop for three weeks and it’s been a brilliant holiday! I won’t get out the home-projector and bore you with all the holiday snaps, but I will give you a whistle stop tour of the Easter hols in the Miles household, and this is where my husband and I [click here to read more]

1981

1981

Back in 1981, I was 8 years old. We had our spellings given to us in a tobacco tin, we counted bottle tops in Maths and we were made to stand in the ‘silly circle’ if we misbehaved at break time. So smoking, alcohol and public humiliation all perfectly acceptable. Prince Charles married Lady Diana [click here to read more]