Fearlessly Attempting

 One of my favourite experiments in the veg patch is growing something we think we don't like.  My reasoning goes that if you can taste ...

Here we are at the start of February, having seemingly skipped winter altogether. The weather in Yorkshire's been a long wet autumn and ...

When the moon hits your eye... PIZZA, baby! Because I had the good luck at 17 to meet the best person I'll ever know (although gran...

The day I wrote my last blog post, Monday April 29th, was the day everything changed. It was the last day of Luke's teens. Miss B was ...

Happy Birthday! I've passed my half century, along with my First Ever Best Buddy Beth, Cerys Matthews of 6 Music, and the Open Univer...

Loquacious. Verbose. Garrulous. Gabby. Gobby. Can talk the hind leg off a donkey. Have you met me face to face yet? I talk all the time, ...

I am a fan. A proper, fully-fledged, deeply uncool and overenthusiastic fan. I get all excited  - during the trailer for the new Mary Popp...

Talking to my Very Excellent Mate Kirsty today, I waxed lyrical about gingerbread houses.  I love making them. In fact,  I have to fight my ...

Gone fishin' It's a cliche for doing nothing, sloping off, taking it easy.  And it's been an aspiration of mine for a-g-e-s ...

It's been a pretty rough couple of weeks. Most significantly, my beloved new Vespa , my pride and joy, my ticket to freedom and self-rel...

Recently, a friend attributed my love of Pride and Prejudice to the appeal of a soaking wet Colin Firth emerging from a lake. Heaven knows i...

I was in for a cracking weekend. I'd planned it months ago. Registered for Rugby World Cup tickets, booked my Yarndale ticket, had al...

It's the very start of the strawberry season here in Yorkshire. Over the next 3 weeks there will be enough strawberries to satisfy even ...