Odd Socks and Pretty Frocks

Let me tell you a hair-raising tale. It starts out with me, utterly worn out last night after five days of Guide camp. I mustered the ener...

Shopper's guilt. A feeling that I suffer from only too often. If I walk out of a shop with more than one carrier bag, it hits. Yup, ...

I should have known that being organised and packing away all my winter clothes would come back to bite me in the arse. A few days after...

I believe I may have mentioned my loathing of ironing a time or two.  It therefore won't come as a surprise when I confess that thi...

Morning everyone!! Am I disgustingly cheerful for early on a Saturday morning? Probably! I am caffeined up, on a train and celebrating the e...

I'm back! I'm sorry about the lack of blogging this week. The course I was on was brilliant and utterly fascinating but it was pret...

Thanks for all the lovely comments yesterday. I think I must have been in a grouchy mood when I wrote the post because looking back at the p...