Last night our book club met at the beach. It was a glorious evening – calm sea, colourful sunset, cold rosé.
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’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.
So, we had a little party last night for friends who couldn’t make it to London for the official KMWC book launch a few weeks ago.
It was Middle Boy’s first ever nativity play today. As always, we were asked to bring mince pies to be handed out to parents &
The first time Bearded Husband and I spent Valentine’s Day together, we’d actually been together for seven years. Different schools (we were fifteen when started ‘going out’, not that we went anywhere then) followed by different universities meant we weren’t in the same place on Valentine’s Day until then.
Every other week there is an alcohol-related story in the news – mostly the Daily Mail and their obsession with wine and the middle classes –