I've spent the day with the Mr. We are in the mid-throws of decorating our living room. There's been lot's of chat ... mainly of the is "Cheryl really dating Liam" variety (and so far not much painting!). It's Sunday we don't do taxing conversation. Coffee and pastries have featured highly and I've insisted we have MTV on so I … Continue reading This weeks favourites…lippy, music 1980 style, Mr Malik and is he really going out with her?
Category: Culture
When you stop looking…spotlight on Zaful
It's funny isn't it... The moment you stop looking for something up it pops. In my case... the perfect dress. Now I've not got my hands on it yet, and it could look like, or rather I could look like a sack of spuds in it. But on first sight, it was love... It's everything … Continue reading When you stop looking…spotlight on Zaful
‘The Place’ to be seen…ladies that lunch
Today is date day, or rather ladies that lunch day. I try to meet up with Sue every couple of weeks for a girlie catch up and to grab some nice grub! Today's choice of eatery - That Place - was Sue's suggestion. It's somewhere I've not visited before. It was most needed. I've had … Continue reading ‘The Place’ to be seen…ladies that lunch
Seeing the new year in Italian Style…
As with most posts, this one wasn't planned. Let's just say some thing's are just too good not to share; like my love of the films Spatacus and Jason and the Argonauts...I could recite them both to you, but I won't. Not today anyway. Plus I'm nice like that. You may have guessed by now that … Continue reading Seeing the new year in Italian Style…
Tarrah 2015…
This is a real quickie!! Mainly because I'm getting ready to go out and as I already have a tiny hang-over from last night. Yep I was a little naughty. Most people save themselves for tonight... not me. On behalf of Liz and myself I would just like to say a (very big and very … Continue reading Tarrah 2015…
Merry Christmas …past and present
When I was a little girl, Christmas had a certain smell to it. You know when you step off the plane in hot places and it's smells of sunshine mixed with sun oil. That. Christmas at home smelt of my grandad's pipe mixed with the smell of home-made mince pie's, mum's perfume and Turkey ( which she … Continue reading Merry Christmas …past and present