Kids summer holidays. We have migrated from London to Lisbon for the season and gosh I do love this city. Then there’s the chill factor, of course. No alarm clock ringing, after school activities, only days of blissful outdoors play. Finally I have time to devote to those things on my to list that have …
What do you do when you’ve committed to join a group run but… haven’t worn your running shoes for months? Option 1: U turn; that gastropub you walked past smelled delicious (probably the double cooked chips) Option 2: Lie. Twisted ankle. Period pains. Broken heart. Option 3: Blend in. Hope for the best. Me? You …
I crashed a party #livingdangerously . It was all too good to be missed. A brilliant book, bubbly, yummy food and a bunch of awesome ladies. The perfect night out, right? By night out I mean back home in Pjs by 10pm #livingdangerously. The party: Shelf Help by Toni Jones presents Eat Happy by Melissa …
This is a story about a magic potion and taboos. It was the evening of the hottest day of the year. We were sipping white wine and tasting yummy canapes at one of the most beautiful venues in Covent Garden. Beautiful floaty dresses were worn with matching high heels at the Covent Garden hotel event. …
Mum was in shock. “What on Earth were you doing in that part of town?” We might was well have been roaming around the local red light district or hanging out at the junkies’ alleys. Lisboa, my love. Where there once was a big black hole of old, degraded groceries and tabernas, you’ll now find …
I feel sorry for what I’m about to write. This is a post about organic food. Or rather, how to make better food choices based on where your food comes from. It’s a strictly useful, informative and dare I say somewhat boring post. But I’ll take one for the team and do it for the …
I had been looking forward to this for weeks. It’s a chilly, misty London morning and I’m walking along a quaint narrow road tucked away in the heart of Chelsea. Finally, there it is: the pale yellow house with the cutest white front door, as if in a Lewis Carroll book. She opens the door. …
I have a confession to make. I’m an addict. I try to be logic, sensible, grown up about it, but I can’t help myself. I’m addicted to recipe books. The titles pile up high on the table next to the sofa (reading in progress); they peer out like mushrooms in between the walls and the furniture …
When you’re going through hell, just keep going. I’m quite sure dear Sir Winston Churchill wasn’t thinking of HIIT when he said this, but that’s just because he wasn’t terribly familiar with thrusters, burpees and rowing machines. I was delighted when I got the invite from the lovely ladies at Active In Style to take …
Picture this. Everything is under control. *all laugh* Deadlines nailed, supper is ready in the freezer and you fit perfectly into your favourite skinnies after 2 weeks of diligent intermittent fasting. The kids don’t have runny noses, tonsillitis, blisters or broken hearts because so-and-so is being mean again. Their (spotless) uniforms are at-a-ready for …
