Darlings wasn’t the weekend delightful? Sunny days and forget-me-nots. I’m sure our poor little dogs legs are getting shorter with the amount of walks she’s had lately .

Forget-me-nots remind me of childhood, picking them from hedgerows to take home to granny. Nothing much has changed there . Aren’t they just dreamy? So far every jug in the house has been filled including the teapot.  

” you’ll have to use a bag dear!”



Kippers on the balcony basked in beautiful sunshine. And in April! What a treat! Too many bones for me but my husband loves them.

Panda didn’t get a look in.


3 little girls

Darlings how was your weekend? Mine was delightful! Of course it was Mothering Sunday and what is lovelier than spending it with ones children.

As you know my beautiful daughters all joined the Royal Navy so it has always been tricky getting them in the same place at the same time. Sunday was no exception . Daughter no.3 was at sea so sadly we were one short .

Daughter no.1 married a fellow sailor and we now have two little boys to adore. As it was her Mother’s Day too we did what makes us both happy!

The seaside!

Not even the grey day could dampen our spirits. We took a picnic and some fizz and spent the day collecting shells.

It was very thirsty work that shell collecting business

Incredibly  the rain held off. 

Missed you Pops.

I hope you all had a special weekend?

No matter how big they get I will always be mummy ❤️

Oh, to do it all again…  


Pillow talk

Darlings , spring has sprung. Spring cleaning has begun and one has come over all Doris Day. Nothing short of a calamity 😘.

A girl has better things to do than paint roses round the door and fluff pillows. Yet, a woman’s touch ..

Can weave a spell.

Oh gosh almighty! We even have the same taste in china!

I digress.

Today darlings  the question is:

To chop or not to chop?

We are not talking about supper. Maybe it’s all the international interior magazines I have been filling my pretty little head with ? Or even the tv channels from across the pond perhaps. Even English girls want to try something new once in a while.

Not often. One prefers familiarity to the unknown and the only fizz comes in a bottle. I know, I know. Too dull for words.

Today Matthew I am going to be Bruce Lee! I shall karate chop the cushions pretending they are holidaying in Barbados . 

Of course there is a jolly good chance that in my English country home this will look naffer than naff.

If that’s the case then a spaniel with a fat bottom will quickly turn them back into flat squashed and less interesting shapes .

This old thing?


Darlings, winter has taken it’s toll and is dragging on a bit. So much so one has been spring cleaning.
One project this year is a dressing room.
For me.
It won’t be shared.
I hope you’re listening darling? Across the pond the gorgeous and glamorous American girls have had walk in closets for years!!! Us poor Brits have had to put up with cramped overstuffed wardrobes and sticking drawers . Well, before Ikea or for the Ikea haters ( my husband and I).

Rifling through my crammed offering attempting to streamline and purge it was very soon apparent that there was little to remove . Why? Am I a hoarder? A little . Is it dated? Debatable. I am not Carrie Bradshaw. Fashion is only a nod. I do not buy for the sake of it and now in my 40s my style is honed. I’m happy with looking the same when most would find it dull I find comfort in a familiar uniform.
I know what works for me.
Our lovely Kate ( Duchess of Cambridge) is a hoarder. This lady has the worlds fashion at her fingertips yet she has outfits on repeat . Good. If she likes something and it suits her how miserable to leave it behind for something fresh that may not quite as well .


Repeat repeat repeat .
If something works keep it! If it doesn’t sling it!!! ( I’m talking to you you hideous L.K Bennett wedges that do NOT go with everything)

K.M and I do have one thing in common. It is not necessary to wear something the instant it is bought. If you love it you will still love it a season or two later when everyone else has moved on to something else.
Unless one is a fashion plate and must be super current this trick stops the embarrassment of bumping into someone in the same outfit .

This has only happened to me once. It was my 18th birthday and I was wearing a white strapless full skirted Laura Ashley dress.

You live and learn .image

Nice jugs


Darlings having always had nice jugs ( insert snigger) one was thrilled to find a bloomin’ beauty!
A collector of robin dinnerware ( daughter no.2 called Robin,Pip studio lovebirds) I was on the look out for other items to complement.

Sophie Allport is discontinuing her robin range boo! Hiss! As is usually the case when I find something I adore but just in time one flew my way .
My postman make every day feel like Christmas Day!


Perfect for milk, gravy , custard or if pushed gin.

Maybe I should order another?



Darlings, naturally like moi you will still be happily dissecting the frockage from the Golden Globes. Not too many stinkers but a couple of surprises.
Having never been a fan of la Paltrow ( Try hard delusional ) no one was more shocked than I when the only dress that brought sunshine and a smile was on the back of Gwyneth.
Who’d have thunk?
Apparently it’s this years marmite.
A lot are hating it and it’s mesh front ( wanting more exposure like Hudson)
I didn’t . I thought it made her look like a fun babe. And that is no mean feet. Michael Kors thank you.

Usually I like the understated Aniston. Not this time.


Golden good time girl Gwyneth. Gorgeous!


Putting sexy back! ( hall envy)

And baby sure got back!



Darlings it’s the weekend. More importantly , it’s SUNDAY. As the girls in The Bangles wailed ” that’s my fun day”

A previous boyfriend was always a mope on a Sunday. Already dreading the return to work on Monday ones joy was very nearly snuffed out. The writing was on the wall. He had to go.
Unless hungover Sunday may well be my favourite day of the week. The pace is slow, the food is abundant . There is usually family and fresh air. A cart load of papers to get through and most probably a lie in .

Sorry for yet another breakfast/brunch post but if one can’t do it on a Sunday when can one? ( said the actress to the bishop)



We had pancakes.

So did the dog.