Not Nigella


Hello darlings, fashion is one thing but food fashion is quite another. Like everything else it has it’s moment. When that moment comes the market will be saturated until we are all sick to the back teeth of it.
Vegan is in, I’m getting a t shirt made with ” my daughter’s a vegan” printed on it. She is by the way.
I’m quite certain it has it’s health benefits as well as the kindness factor but when dear old Nigella tries to tempt us with a vegan cake it’s time to chuck the chia seeds!
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
What next?
She’ll be showing us how to make avocado toast .image

I for one have ALWAYS loved Nigella, a fellow curvy/greedy girl and a bit of a sauce pot to boot.( her obvs) Now we are both thinner I wonder if one loses some of that appeal? One thing’s for sure, it certainly makes my nose look bigger! Gah!
Bring back simple and sumptuous please and lose the trendy fodder. There are enough people out there doing it better ( I’m talking to you Jamie Oliver)
Jumping on the bandwagon is all well and good but to lose ones core followers and fellow fridge raiders may be a goji berry too far. X

I’m game.


Darlings, autumn brings thick socks, fallen leaves and pheasant. Can you remember when chicken used to taste of chicken and not of nothing? Well that’s what I think pheasant tastes like. Not too gamey. If you can dodge the perilous shot and not chip a tooth then it is definitely worth a punt.
I may have eaten it and enjoyed it but I’m sorry to say that these fair hands haven’t cooked it. Listen, I’m usually swigging out of a bottle by lunch time so if you want guaranteed grub on the table I suggest we meet at the pub.image

What the Flack?


Darlings, it appears one has a fixation with dear old Flackers. No I am not a teenage boy although we do share the same taste it slightly grubby girls. I’m decidedly grubby most of the time. Rarely do I take off my make up before bed and more often than not drag on yesterday’s clothes from a pile on the chair. Who doesn’t?
What I would give for C.F’s legs, NO they are not bandy. Well not much and they do look marvellous in a pair of shorts . Ms. Flack is a High St. girl through and through and when she does splash the cash for something a little pricier it still looks H.S.


It starts off so well… imageimage

Then it ends up in a kebab shop minus ones shoes.

Yup. Still love her and will be on the prowl for a tuxedo dress to go with my kebab. X

Season with love.

Darlings, finally I have dragged myself back from a few bleak months of wilderness. Granny died and it hit me frightfully hard . Everything seemed pointless and nothing could tempt me to look outside my own little cupboard of despair. It still feels raw but at least I can see daylight and enjoy autumn


I adore it. Whenever the seasons change it fills me with a new lease of life. How lucky we are to have four. I couldn’t live without the snow or the leaves changing or spring flowers. I could probably manage without it too hot as to avoid bikinis indefinitely .


We should be thankful for a good harvest , our health and our loved ones. Cherish them. This post is slightly more reflective than usual and quite possibly flat. Baby steps back to sarcasm darlings. I’m doubtful that it has left me forever.

Find beauty in everything.

Daughter no.3 bought me this darling little wreath to cheer up the door and friends bought gin to try the same with me. One can but try.image

Take a deep breath and get out there . Speak soon xx

Kiss the frog

Some days don’t you just wish you could crawl back to bed and start again? Yup. The day the airing cupboard rained was one of those days. Not just one leak but two. Decades of linen collections ruined. Yes, I’ve tried everything. Patterns, dye , lace and leaks do not mix. Bleach baths perished my treasures and most ended up in the bin.

Meet John.

This man was worth his weight in gold! Gold I tell you. Usually with tradesmen ( especially living in an old house) I get that sound. That sharp intake of breath where they suck air through their teeth whilst shaking their head. Not John. John didn’t clear off never to be seen again. He fixed it. There and then .

Gold star! 🌟👍

I won’t let my loss of linen get me down, it will be a perfect excuse to start new and more wonderful collections. In fact some darling strawberry embroidered napkins have already been ordered! 

To cheer a girl up the very best thing is to receive something in the post. ( not in a brown envelope obviously )

First it was some snail mail from a shiny and new friend from Instagram , so thoughtful and charming.

Then a parcel from Charmajesty!! 

What heavenly post!!

Charmajesty is the dream!!! I adore it all!! My handsome husband had ordered some darling pyjamas with little green frogs. Bliss .

They fit perfectly and one was having rather a Doris Day moment. Too wholesome for words.

I wonder if they do a pair to fit Panda? 😘 


Weather girl

Typical British  weather darlings, the lawn is looking fabulous.  All the rain is keeping it green. What is a trifle annoying is what to wear. Usually when one uses the word SUMMER one expects a sun dress/sandal ensemble.

Not in dear old Blighty.

One is alternating ( during the course of the day) between wellies and flip flops! Thank goodness I live and die in my wellies anyway. Most of us don’t and find it a little frustrating.

When marrying my husband the weather played a big part. Yes one would long to be a June bride or get married on a glorious summers day but all the so called summer weddings we’ve been to have been wash outs! At least if you get married in the winter you are certain it’s going to be cold and guests can dress accordingly and photographs can’t be spoiled by a sudden downpour .

This morning I was wearing my tweed cap as it was blustery and decidedly chilly but this afternoon one was donning a Panama. Gah!

A day of two halves . When one should be considering one or two new summer pieces for ones wardrobe I have been considering a yellow fisherman’s mac! Yep!

If anyone knows where dear old Flackers got this one please let yours truly know.

Thank you darlings ❤️




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.