A simple timeline / explanation of the importance of oil and why we daren’t say boo to certain Middle Eastern countries.
A recent story about a man who used his power of attorney status to steal his dying grandmother’s savings sounds eerily familiar. The difference is he was arrested for it and apparently, feels ashamed of what he’s done.
Imagine this. You’ve got hold of a knackered ladder that’s been used on many a decorating project. You’re having a bit of a clear out — and instead of taking it to the recycling centre, or freecycling it, you put it on eBay for a starting bid of £25 (plus £14 for postage) and describe … Continue reading A mug isn’t just made of ceramic
This time with added toddler rubbing my tummy, that is “growing bigger every day, Mummy!”
I think Anne’s starting to feel insecure in her position as The Boss. She insists on sleeping with me every night, and Neil has been consigned to sleeping in her bed (she has a double, it’s not exactly a hardship). I like to read before going to sleep, it’s the way I wind down — … Continue reading What we do before bed
Anne doesn’t give me much time off at the moment (more on that later), so finding a moment to take a photo without her whining is becoming increasingly challenging. Bonus: I was wearing the same top when I snapped the same week gestation photo with Anne!
I persuaded Neil to try using jugs and bags of milk instead of our usual plastic bottles after our summer trip to Canada. We were getting on well, only a couple of piercing / spilling mishaps. Now we’re told Sainsbury’s won’t be selling them any more, because they’ve apparently found other ways to save on … Continue reading But what about the jugs
Tean’s chicken curry paste is quite spicy when cooked according to the printed directions. I used double the amount of coconut milk, in the hope that Anne would not find it too spicy. It was still pretty spicy, but as I didn’t give her any sauce, just shredded chicken, I reckoned she’d cope. And how. … Continue reading Wonderful news
I don’t have a pregnancy waddle, I have a pregnancy hobble. Oh, my hips…