ENGLISH MUM

My sister in law (who is a sweet, gentle creature) once told me that many moons ago, during a lovers’ tiff with my brother, she was so cross she took the tomato sauce bottle and wrote ‘SHIT’ on the kitchen floor in ketchup.  You see?  Naughty words are a form of therapy.  And with this in mind, laydees and gentlespoons, I bring you the arsebiscuit. I’ve been banging on about them...

Planning… My 40th birthday – there’s a fabulous Disney surprise in store, and we’re also planning a glamorous cocktails and dinner extravaganza with my two gorgeous girls, Foxy and Tums and their lubly men.  Wehay! Coveting… the beautiful dresses on  A Change of A Dress – the most fabulous girly website ever. Surfing… over to John Lewis’ new and revamped fashion...

UPDATE: Okay, so the results are in.  And yes, I know, I know, this is just a bit of fun, not a competition, but Toria has chosen her faves: 1st Heather’s from Eggs, Cream and Honey.  They look mouthwateringly gorgeous and I want to stuff my face with them! Yum 2nd Mummy Limited’s heart cupcakes. Loving the sparkliness with the glitter and hearts that look fab on the cream frosting. Too pretty...

So as you know, I kinda lost my blogging mojo. It all started to really bug me.  I mean, what am I exactly? A foodie blogger? In which case, should I concentrate on food, and not talk so much arse? Or am I a ‘mummy blogger’ (how I hate the term)? A foodie mummy blogger? A foodie blogger who’s also a mummy? A doggy blogger?  A foodie doggy mummy blogger?  A blogging mummy foodie… er…...

So I get some pretty wacky PR approaches – you name it, everything from: ‘would you like to come to our breastfeeding seminar?’  Er, no. and… ‘would you like to write an article on our intimate lubricant?  Go on, we’ll send you a free sample!’ Er, no. …to: ‘would you like to come to Vinopolis in London for an evening of fine wine and dining with James...

Okay, so after the madness that has been the last couple of days (I think I notched up 5 straight hours on Twitter on Saturday – ridiculous), and with our Shelterbox total standing at a very respectable £3622, today I thought I’d settle down and write a ‘normal’ blog post.  I sat at the computer awaiting inspiration. Nope, nothing. So I decided to catch up with some of the blog posts...

Happy New Year!  We spent a happy evening with my lovely friend Jules, her hubby and her two little rugrats.  We drank wine, giggled, played scrabble, watched Bob the Builder and ate beef stew and dumplings followed by chocolate brownies topped with splodges of double cream, butterscotch angel delight and chocolate sprinkles.  Heaven. I’ve no resolutions for this year.  I’ve probably got a bit...

This lovely lady hardly needs an introduction, so without further ado, I’ll pass you onto my lovely mate, the wondrous and all-knowing Presents Queen who’s going to kiss it all better: I know, it’s amazing isn’t it? Why did no one warn you that Christmas was on December 25th this year? And that it’s not very far away now, and that with every passing hour, yet another online retailer’s...

Well, well, well, hello again!  We’re all moved over to the UK (after much swearing and broken fingernails packing the house up, then a ferry crossing from hell with storm force winds and high seas).  We’re moved into English Towers Mark 2 (kitchen is a B+ but garden’s a C-) but sadly I’ve no internet connection, so I’m going to hand you over to my lovely friend Mise for a little...

So here, finally, is the review of The Forge Restaurant where we celebrated English Grandma’s 70th.  We went with open minds because (let’s face it, like most restaurants) some of our friends had had fabulous experiences, and others not so good - we’d also heard tales of being rushed through desserts to free up tables, but when I phoned I spoke to a very friendly waitress who assured me that we...