Remember, remember the 5th November. Tonight I am flying solo, tutting about the youths setting off fireworks, upsetting the dog and interrupting my Succession binge watch whilst the teenager has gone to a bonfire party with his mates. I am sad about that to be honest, but as these memories show, it is how it … Continue reading Bonfire Night Memories
I have moved… again. What was I thinking? Here’s my summary of the pros and cons of being an eternally restless soul.
Warning: this post is not about food, but I needed a platform to vent on and this was the one I had! We should all be feminists, so please read.
For kitchen gadget lovers, haters and coveters.
A big birthday, an anniversary and tin load of past and present food memories.
A rage filled rant and a picture of some cookies for balance.
Celebrating Robert Burns for the love of the Scots language, poetry and a party!
An explanation, a review and an apology from my interrupted family to yours on Hogmanay.
Come to my pity party, everyone’s welcome (virtual guests only obvs). This blog is both a personal moan and a plea for compassion.
Scones as a metaphor for life... no really!