Chocolate and Vodka

I had absolutely nothing to do with this at all, and am not responsible for the irretrievable loss of eight precious minutes of your life, should you choose to watch it.

Instead, blame someone else.

Kevin and I went walking in the Chilterns today with our friends Fiona, Phil and Karina. The bluebells are providing a magnificent display at the moment, and the bluebell woods are quite the most beautiful I've ever seen.

It was just blue as far as you could see, and the fragrance was fabulous.

We only did a […]

Just a short post today, because it's Saturday, and I'm knackered, and Kev and I are about to curl up with each other and in the Company of Wolves. The film, that is, not the large furry canine. Frankly, if we were going to curl up with anything furry, it would be a small, cute […]

I have successfully managed to blog at least once, sometimes more than once, a day for the last seven days, as per my promise to myself. In fact, this post complete the septet. It has been fun - it's reminded me of why I started this blogging lark in the first place. Indeed, I'd say […]

Bit by bit, I'm getting on top of my wedding plans. We've got the venue confirmed and have paid the deposit. (Actually, we did that ages ago but I never quiet got round to blogging it.) We got the gorgeous Canford School on a Saturday in February, which was possibly the biggest stroke of luck […]

The weird thing about yesterday - other than the fact that I went to the gym and wrote three blog posts - was that I didn't turn the radio on all day. Usually I have XFM on from the moment Kevin leaves for work til the moment he comes home. Last year I struggled with […]

Yesterday, as per Saturday's post, Kevin and I went to our gym induction sessions at the local leisure centre, where the lovely Frances introduced us to the machinery.
Now, I've never been to a gym before. I used to go to Tai Chi twice a week and, for a while back in the mid 90s, I […]

We obviously need more chickens patrolling the streets. (Thanks Mooc!)

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In that sad and slightly pathetic way that self-employed people deal with such things, I'm attempting to have a few days off this week. It's not a holiday as such - I'm not going anywhere, I'm not escaping my laptop, and I'm not slumped on the sofa watching the TV. (Mainly because our sofa is […]

That whilst I am suffering once again from wisdom tooth ache and a cold - simultaneously… oh the delight - I can tell you precisely how long it's been since my last cold and last bout of toothache. Because I blogged them.
The last cold started as this one did with a sore throat and then […]

When I found the flat that Kevin and I currently call home, I remember thinking how well positioned it was. Waitrose only 5 mins away. Holloway Road just 10 mins away. And a gym literally on the corner, just a short walk away. We moved in and promised each other that we'd join up to […]

You might have noticed that I haven't been blogging as much as I used to. The last six months or so have been really busy and time seems to have slipped away. It's not that I haven't had anything to blog about, but somehow other things always seemed to be a bit more important. Just […]

I had an email yesterday from journalist Elaine Pearson asking:
I'm currently putting together a piece for the family magazine Take a Break called The Great Wedding Rip-off about how some businesses seem to go in for a spot of wedding inflation. As soon as they hear the W word their prices go up.
I was […]

So whilst Steph was staying with Kevin and me last week, she and I decided to record an episode of our podcast, Fresh Lime Soda. Of course, being in the same physical location allowed us to do something we can't normally do - mess about with Photobooth, and use iMovie to record a video podcast. […]

It's amazing how much of the stuff that needs to be organised for this wedding hinges on one thing - the dress. Whilst I still haven't entirely solved the dress problem yet, the shape and form of that problem is resolving in my mind, along with little fragments of the answer. I now know, for […]