So it’s Friday night. The husband has gone to the pub, and in true rock and roll fashion I’ve spent all day looking forward to cooking myself a tasty meal, clean pjs after my shower and an early night. I might read in bed, I might watch a bit of trashy TV, or I might flake. But whichever option I choose, it’ll be purely pleasing myself. What bliss. Continue reading
For anyone who follows me on Instagram, you may have seen me showing off my new cotton ball lights for Stanley’s room. Continue reading
Three years ago we started discussing the possibility of turning our (well, hubby’s before it became ‘ours’) two bedroom bungalow into a dormer.
Oh how times have changed. Sales shopping used to be a ‘jump on a train, go somewhere good, make a day of it’ affair with the mother – a lovely leisurely lunch, hot coffees and Christmas money burning a hole in the pocket.