Half Term Treats in the heart of London’s West End
From free family activity trails at the National Portrait Gallery to a free lantern making workshop at the Royal Academy plus a hands-on pizza class and 4DX cinema experience, half term is all wrapped up in the heart of London’s West End. FREE ARTS TRAILS AND WORKSHOPS AT THE ROYAL ACADEMY AND PORTRAIT GALLERY Come face to face with history at the National Portrait Gallery. Families can meet Henry VIII and Elizabeth I; say hello to...
Egg Cups! Real Proper Animal Ones. We LOVE.
Noodling about the interwebs, as I do (what? It’s my job, people!), I just stuck my head in the door of PenelopeTom to see what was new – and fell instantly and deeply in love with a hare and a zebra. Oh yes I did. Now tell me you’re not ooh-ing a little bit too, way down deep inside. Yes they’re a bit weird, definitely kitsch, oddly whimsical… but they’re downright HAPPY-MAKING. And they’re...
The Shopover. It’s our new-found Christmas tradition
The door clicked closed behind me as I dropped the bag and heaved a sigh of relief. We’d been out for just a few hours, and yet our feet hurt, our heads ached and the bag had become ridiculously cumbersome. Thanking our lucky stars for Premier Inn being right in the middle of things, we’d gratefully stepped back in and whizzed up to our room for a quick pit stop. Dumping the contents of the rucksack on the bed (anyone else...
A letter for my children – I have a confession…
Dearest No.1, Boy, Jolly & Bear. I have a confession to make. Yes, me, your super-cool amazing awesome mother.First up, I’m not sure I should be admitting this in public.But here goes: I love an inspirational quote.I do.And I’m not sorry.So there. (side note – any readers who follow me on Pinterest may have seen a sneaky little board sitting there quietly among the mugs and enamel kitchenware and housework tips...
Luxury Brecon Beacons Cottage | Tyn y Coed Review
I closed the door of the woodburner and settled back down into the huge expanse of sofa, listening vaguely to the muffled murmurings of the teens in the hot tub outside. It was a damp and windy Welsh night out there, but happily ensconced in hot bubbles they didn’t seem to mind, and I certainly wasn’t complaining as I curled up with my book, glass of wine at my elbow. As always, the first day of the holiday had been a very...