If I asked you the question …
“ What do you want for Christmas… really , really want ? ”
Let’s assume that nothing was out of bounds and money was no object , you can have whatever your heart desires.
What would you choose ?
And I want honesty here. You can have 3 things … no refunds allowed… tell me what would they be? The first 3 things that spring into your mind. Continue reading
‘Malaga, the Martini of the Sea ‘ – Raphael Perez Estrada
I’ve just returned from another fabulous weekend away with my friends in Malaga . I’m currently wet through after returning from a drizzly dog walk in the woods with Mollie , my only clean jeans are splattered in mud and I’m cold because basically it is cold; more October than June ! It’s not good to be home.
Take me back to the weekend … a white wash of sunshine, fun and friends.
I’ve been thinking about the past year and how surreal those past months all seem.
I’m thinking about life … and death. Especially death [ bear with me it gets lighter ] and how ‘weird’ it is to get your head around which may sound odd; but sometimes I have to remind myself that mums dead. I have such vivid dreams about her that some mornings I wake up and for a few minutes everything is like it was before. Momentarily my life’s complete again ; it’s more or less perfect.
Losing mum to cancer has had a strange effect on us all. While in the most part it’s been bloody shit it has also brought out a positive, determined side in us. A can we do more?… Can we help? …Can we raise awareness?
Having experienced first hand the scale of this awful disease, the helplessness that we felt , its compelled us to want to do something worth while; try to give back.
I’m considering taking up running [ yes you heard correctly – sofa monster might move yet!? ] so that I can participate in a sponsored run next year.
The BF and I are constantly thinking of hair brain schemes to help fund raise.
‘Wing walking‘ has been mentioned a few times but having Cataplexy I doubt it would even get past Health & Safety! Thanks to my ailment I have terrible balance generally … never mind while walking on a chuffing planes wing!
By a weird twist of fate an opportunity arose for my BF to help out at a local Cancer charity shop for the next couple of week-ends. It won’t bring mum back unfortunately BUT it will help raise money for research and maybe, just maybe it will go towards preventing somebody having to through what we have, as a family, in the future.
Every little helps …
It was his first day working there today , [no drunken Bank Holiday escapades for us] so I popped into see him earlier.
*Proud girlfriend moment* Continue reading
“We live in Sheffield, we write about things we see here. What else is there to write about“ – Alex Turner, Arctic Monkeys
It may seem strange to anybody looking in that I got invited to spend the night at St Paul’s, Mecure Hotel and Spa in Sheffield.
Why you may ask ?…
Well basically because I live in the steel city. Apart from a 2 year stint in Lincoln it’s always been home.
I did question why I’d been invited myself but as I often get asked where to stay in Sheffield AND as I am a massive advocate of the beautiful city I thought it was an ideal opportunity.
What better way to recommend a hotel than to have stayed there yourself .
What better way to promote a city than to see it through ‘first timers’ eyes…
So I said yes … if it was still ok with them then I’d love to take up their generous offer.
So that’s what I did last Friday night along with a group of bloggers from around the country. Continue reading
Its around this time of year that people start to ask me to compile my Christmas list.
I’m by no means a saint (far from it) but I always tell them that I’m not bothered; to buy me whatever and to not spend a fortune?
When I was a kid I would spend hours upon hours dribbling over toys from Kays catalogue making lists galore. Lists on top of lists. Now a days its not so important.
I’ve found recently that Christmas has been about a lot more than just pressies. Of course its always nice to unwrap something special but it’s not the be all and end all. Continue reading