A G&T In The Bath

  • Goodbye Skinny Girl

    It’s time to say goodbye to the skinny girl inside my head. Continue reading

    Goodbye Skinny Girl
  • Northern Bird’s Night Out

    A night out around Barnsley with the girls was always eventful. Enjoy this little story, rescued from my lost blog. Continue reading

    Northern Bird’s Night Out
  • A Little Triangular Badge

    A couple of days ago I was sorting through an old tin box which has been sitting untouched on a shelf in my sitting room for the last few years. Untouched in that it has become part of the fixtures… Continue reading

    A Little Triangular Badge
  • Not Old, Just Lazy

    On New Years Eve I received a phone call from my sister. She was letting me know that she was currently in A&E with a broken ankle after falling off her bike. After stifling a giggle at the vision which… Continue reading

    Not Old, Just Lazy
  • Designer Stores Going Under?

    I remember, as a teenager and young adult I had a fantastic choice of little shops and boutiques, all offering their own unique designs and styles at a price I could afford. Each designer had a distinct style, so individual… Continue reading

    Designer Stores Going Under?
  • My Husband’s Pre Holiday Prep

    In our family the run up to most of our holidays frequently involves having to do some serious work on whichever car we’ve had at the time. I don’t mean the usual pre-holiday checks such as oil, water, windscreen washers… Continue reading

    My Husband’s Pre Holiday Prep
  • Picasso Mondays

    I love Picasso Mondays. There is a quality of light on mornings like these. A hazy paleness, filled with the promise of a long fine day, which makes me think of Picasso. The azure blue of the sky, the deep… Continue reading

    Picasso Mondays
  • Me, Old? Never!

    Yesterday I got my first, long awaited Great Granny Cuddle of the newest addition to the family. Our first great grandson was born twelve days ago and six weeks early. Yesterday, after eleven days on the neo-natal unit, he was… Continue reading

    Me, Old? Never!
  • Rhythm, But Not A Lot Of Riot

    It was pitch black, blowing a gale and the rain was howling down, a night worthy of that scene in Rocky Horror, and I’m at the end of a long drive from “oop north to darn sahth” for a B… Continue reading

    Rhythm, But Not A Lot Of Riot