Simple Chicken Chop Suey

DH tells the story of when he first went to university clutching a copy of Grub on a Grant, not knowing how to cook. University suited him well, as did the cooking: his divine peanut chicken thing won me over on our first Valentine’s together and I always get quite sentimental when he cooks it. [...]

Our Fairy Platinum Clean Your Own Experience

When an invitation to lunch at the restaurant where you first fell in love, you don’t read the small print. At least DH didn’t, so I may have waited until the Domestic Goddesque Travelling Circus had arrived at the OXO2 Michael Caines pop-up restaurant before I mentioned that there may be some work involved in [...]

The Gallery: Faces

On that farm he had a cow

 

 

 

 

The Dimpled Assassin is absurdly tuneful for her young age. She sings all the time (when she’s not crying or eating, because that could be very messy). Her latest obsession is Baa Baa Black Sheep which DH made the mistake of showing her on youtube the other [...]

Names have been changed to protect the guilty…

Tea for two

When I started blogging it was because I wanted a space of my own. I never gave much thought to anonymity, but then there was only DH and I to think of. I appreciated that DH had a working life that needed to be kept separate from the life about which I wrote, so gave [...]

The object of my affection

The object of my affection

I imagine most people remember the day they were proposed to very clearly. I know I do. We argued. I could barely speak I was so angry with him. I stormed ahead on our supposed romantic walk, not knowing that the bad mood that sat on his shoulders was pre-proposal nerves. So when we [...]

Who’s the Mamma?

Muddling Along Mummy wrote an interesting post recently about the assumption that everyone on the internet is just like you, in which she said:

But there are people I look at on the internet and I think ‘what?????’ Like the ladies on twitter who describe themselves purely as someone’s mother and someone’s wife – where [...]

Togetherness at The Gallery

Week nights at DG Manor are often tough, and by this hour I am usually counting the minutes until DH walks through the door by this point in the day. Being self-employed, he doesn’t have conventional 9-5 working hours (who does these days?) so there is no guarantee that he will see The [...]