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]