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I have been on a bit of a mission lately to try and eat every scrap of food in our fridge before it reaches its Best By date. Vegetables can easily be made into soup or tossed in some olive oil and thrown into the oven as Roasted Veggies - but fruit is a little tricky. I discovered a rather lovely Banana Chocolate Chip Bread recipe the other day, which totally takes care of the bananas (and even better, you can freeze bananas and whip them out when you are dying for banana bread or a smoothie). But apples are a little trickier, especially as I don't like stewed apples and am a little tired of Apple Crumble!
It is a constant source of amazement to me that men (in general), and my husband (in particular), believe in fairies ... Oh, don't get me wrong - if you ever ASK a man if he believes in fairies, he will look at you as if you have suddenly sprouted disgustingly long nostril hairs and will adamantly refuse any belief in or knowledge of these creatures... But, as Dr Phil often says ... your actions speak louder than your words... and my husband's actions tell me that he does, indeed, believe in fairies. House fairies, in particular...
If I have been a teeny bit quiet, it's because my entire family is sick. Like ALL of them. And no-one will give me Prozac! Stephen has a lung infection, Kayla has bronchitis and Isabella has an ear infection. (I am absolutely fine, thanks for asking. I just need to figure out how to stop rocking and sobbing hysterically under my desk.)
Stephen and I have come up with THE most brilliant idea - we are going to become Amish! We have decided to leave the stresses and strains of city life behind us and live off the land instead. It's going to be fantastic.
If I were you, I would delete this message immediately. Because really - who on earth needs to know that you can make a Chocolate Chip Cookie in the microwave in under 3 minutes? Ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that it can be eaten immediately - with or without a scoop of vanilla ice-cream on top.
CLOSE THIS PAGE IMMEDIATELY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I received an email from one of my readers earlier this week asking if it was socially acceptable for her and her husband to have separate bedrooms. Apparently they have been married for 6 glorious years but his snoring is driving her to drink. Literally. And so I dug out one of my columns from a few years back when I was a (highly irreverent but very funny) Agony Aunty - I do hope my "suggestions" help those of you that are married to the equivalent of a chainsaw! Oh, and #4 is my personal favourite!
People, I have discovered Loaded Cauliflower Bake - a piping hot cheesy, bacony side dish that is the ultimate comfort food in winter. (I also tell myself that it is low-carb, therefore perfect for those following a Banting or Low Carb High Fat diet - but really, I just love the taste. And it's a great way of getting Kayla to eat cauliflower!)
My GFA (Good Friend Allison) put me onto this weekly list and I have to say that it is one of my favourite things on the Internet right now. (Let's just say that if you think the most hilarious things pop out of kids' mouths, they have NOTHING on their parents who post some absolute pearlers on Twitter!)
Yesterday was all about facing fears for me. To be honest, I am more a stick-my-head-in-the-sand kind of person as opposed to let's-bloody-well-face-this-thing-head-on kind of person, so when my GP suggested I get a mammogram, I felt my stomach go into knots. There wasn't anything MAJORLY wrong with me - just swollen and painful glands under my arms that weren't linked to any noticeable infection, but sore enough to pop a few Myprodols every now and then.
I've lost count of the number of people who begged me to read Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. But on reading the back cover, I have to admit to feeling quite underwhelmed. Plus, no-one died or had their eyes gouged out in the first chapter by a merciless serial killer, so what on earth was going to hold my attention for the rest of the book?
Needless to say, it took a severe bout of the flu and an inability to concentrate on anything other than Facebook updates to persuade me to crack the cover. Less than half an hour later, I was hooked!