Fearlessly Attempting

Lots of people require Slade.  There are those who tell me it must be Mariah Carey. I'm sure there are a classy few who insist on the Un...

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...

Parenthood leads me in odd directions.  The other week I washed and blow-dried a hen's legs and undercarriage so she wouldn't be too...

Have you heard Marcus Brigstock's show on Radio 4 in the 6:30 comedy slot? It's about people trying things that they've not done...

December may be given over to Christmas (despite being the birthday months of my friends, father-in-law and the fabulous Miss B) but the par...

Hello again! I hope your Christmas and New Year were all things splendid and pine-needle-scented and you are facing the return to normal lif...

Back in April I blogged about the wonderful March of the Robots events the kids and I had such fun attending.  This half term saw the clima...

It's half term here in Yorkshire. The concept of half term confused me when I first moved here from Canada - only 6 weeks of school and ...

It's important to have something to look forward to, I find, particularly at this time of year. Spring is easy. The willow tree in my ...

"I am wide awake" It's 1 am. Mark and the kids are in bed. I'm doing the last round of chores - folding the stuff from t...

Last night, having broken Sober September for a bottle of prosecco, I rashly agreed my middle child could have two mates for a sleepover ton...

This summer started off with sunshine and happiness.  We had a wonderful family day out at Bolton Abbey, full of tree climbing, splashing in...