Can of Kopparberg

We recently bought a larger barbecue to replace the small two-man jobby that has seen us through the last seven years. It has fared us well, we bought it from Homebase for the princely sum of about £15. I think they still sell them now and I wouldn’t hesitate recommending one. We’ve just outgrown ours (plus we left it out over winter). Anyway I ordered a new one from Tesco Direct, we’d got £42 in Clubcard vouchers and I found a decent barbecue here that was half price at £75. The service from Tesco Direct and their delivery company Arrow was great.  We were kept informedRead More →

Pair of tan leather gladiator style sandals

A couple of weeks ago I was lucky enough to be invited to Hotter Shoes blogger event in Bromley. I’d heard good things about Hotter, plus I love shoes but I have difficult feet to keep happy, especially following two pregnancies. I was doubly excited when the email mentioned food, drink and a free pair of shoes.  Three of my favourite things. I messaged Fran of Whinge Whinge Wine  to see if she was going as she’s local too, she was so we arranged to meet at Bromley South station.  It didn’t quite go to plan, you can read Fran’s tale of woe here. It involves a late bus,Read More →

I know most of my posts are either rants or my attempt at humour (if you haven’t read them please familiarise yourself with them here) but with the school holidays fast approaching I thought I’d share my favourite outdoorsy places local to me.  Obviously that will mean eff all to anyone not from around these parts.  Sorry about that! I love getting outdoors and I don’t like paying for it so they are all either free or cheap! Here goes: My first favourite place is Sevenoaks Wildlife Reserve on Bradbourne Vale Road.  I’ve had a love affair with this place since I was a little girl andRead More →

For as long as I can remember I’ve been on a diet, or at least in need of one.  When I was seven my mum took me to the Dr because I had a cold or some other unrelated illness and the Dr (who himself was, let’s be honest here, a fat fucker) told her I was overweight and sent me to a dietician.  There started my unhealthy relationship with food.  It really started when my parents split up and I would spend the weekend with my father who plied me with sweets and crisps and sat me in the corner of his local pub.Read More →