You can’t buy happiness but you can buy wine and that’s kind of the same thing, or so the saying goes.
Look! KMWC at Camp Bestival! I’m so excited. You must ALL come. Details here. Current white in the fridge: Tesco Finest Picpoul de Pinet 2012, £7.99, Tesco Earlier this evening, someone on Twitter asked me for an emergency wine recommendation.
Being married to Mr Christmas (not his real name, obviously) means the tree is up and the Christmas playlist is on repeat.
So, here are the things I’ve learned in the last month since being on the telly once a week: 1. The camera doesn’t add 10lbs.
I’m not a huge cricket fan, but I am spending all of this week and next at Lord’s judging at the world’s largest wine competition.
The proofs for my FORTHCOMING BOOK arrived last week (sorry, didn’t mean to shout), a final chance for me to read it through and make sure everything is as it should be.
Turning 40, that is. Yes, in a couple of weeks I will be passing that particular milestone with the music up and the windows down.
Opening Ceremony? I cried. Lizzie Armitstead’s cycling Silver? Cried again. Rebecca Adlington’s 400m freestyle Bronze? More waterworks. Men’s team gymnastics? Equestrian team?
I’m not going to complain about it being too hot. Really, I’m not. It’s glorious. This week Eldest Boy is learning to sail on our local river.