It occurs to me as I write this that almost of half of my adventures month happened in London. I’ve been up and down so often that I’m almost developing a cockney accent, & I’m not done yet! How about some blogger events up North soon, world? Have you come across the Instagram #mystory project? Launched
Some months I feel like nothing’s happening, and some months it all comes at once. This is one of the second type, I guess; suddenly my name’s in lots of new places & it’s a bit easier to understand where all my time goes. ‘I’m kind of a big deal‘ I tell Rory, from my
ONE: Everything seems frantic & frenetic right now – my to-do list is out of hand and my inbox overflowing, despite having an assistant now to help me out (FANCY, right? ??). While that all sounds theoretically great, it’s a little overwhelming, so I’m taking stock, reassessing and changing what I say yes to for the future.
Thick, spicy and full of warmth, Tarka Dahl has been my order of choice from the Indian takeaway for a long time, but it never occurred to me to make at home. I think I imagined it would be faffy, as many Indian dishes are – requiring complex curry pastes and ingredients we didn’t already
Julia passed a topic my way a few weeks ago: What does slow living mean to me? It was a question posed by Emma, and pretty timely: slow living is my aim for 2015, and seems to be pretty du jour across the internet. It’s a tricky concept to pin down, I’ve found. The phrase
Decluttering your kitchen makes a big difference, because it’s one of the most task-orientated spaces in our homes. I enjoy cooking, but wasting time digging around for a missing lasagne dish in a cupboard of overflowing bakeware is most definitely not a part of that. Tidy cupboards, with lots of empty space, make it all
There was a day when Orla was teeny, and I’d been sent some lovely cappuccino cups for my first ever Instagram giveaway. We opened the parcel together behind the front door – she was in her ‘wow’ stage and wanted to see and touch everything. I lifted the lid, & before I even realised
Parenting a toddler is awesome. She is adventurous, hilarious – ‘bubble poo’, ‘no please!’ & ‘cold toast’ (bread!) – and endlessly affectionate. During my recent coughing fits, she drops whatever she is doing to come and tenderly pat my back. I find little plastic pigs in my shoes in the morning. She collects things in