Eileen Hardy (by Lord Snowdon) Earlier this week, I went for dinner in the Long Room at Lord’s Cricket Ground. Now, I’m not a huge cricket fan (remember my Andrew Strauss story?) but you don’t say no to dinner at Lord’s along with a bunch of cricketing legends during The Ashes.
Ah, the school Show & Tell letter. Normally, it goes on the fridge, stuck on with the only remaining magnet with less than three pieces of paper already underneath it.
I started a post last night, then suddenly remembered I was supposed to be baking something for today’s Sports Day. It was 10pm.
Credit: id-iom The funny thing about wine is that, despite being one of the perks of life, it’s often treated very seriously indeed.
Last week, a reader emailed to ask if I could help with some wine recommendations for her wedding in June this year.
“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go and see what happens.” So said a friend, or rather so said her shared photo on Facebook.
So, in the words of Barry Manilow, looks like we made it. Our family half-term trip to Scotland, returning via Alnwick Castle and Ironbridge, that is.
