… and the way we should all be viewing it.
We love you.
The Dig, at Atlantis.
On board Riding High with the Barefoot Sailing company.
At Bayshore Marina in Nassau.
We’ve been going to the beach every day. What a chore. Heh.
Anne and Mila playing the ever-popular game, Let’s fling sand at each other.
Fingers up noses, people.
We’re on holiday. Heathrow has a soft play area next to the gate. Woohoo!
Why, oh why, do some cookery programmes persist in that totally contrived, I’m just dropping into the shop, I’ve got a date night with my husband, a teevee crew just happens to be there pretense? It’s incredibly grating. It’s so strained and unnecessary — I want to see food being prepared and chatter around that, not a poorly-acted scripted setup reminiscent of a porno.
Also, is it strange that I am less willing to look up and follow recipes supposedly devised by fat chefs, because their diets are clearly less than healthy?
I watch a lot of Food Network.