The sun sets on another day of isolation. The nights are becoming lighter but the dainty glow is being shut out by the shields of our homes. There is still a shady overcast of information to when this will all be over but while we adults strain the nerves of our anxiety from fear and anticipation, you have been so patient. Shut in from your regular routine, distanced from your family and friends with not a clear understanding to why this has happened.  You still wake with a smile spread evenly across both cheeks, ready for the day ahead, absorbing the repetitive pattern, relentless with y ..read more

I probably should start by saying why I would even want to take one of the main ingredients out of a cake. I have noticed I have been suffering more when I eat anything that contains eggs, from feeling sick, bloated and cramping. I have taken eggs out of my diet and have already felt less bloated and I don’t feel sick of an evening. It hasn’t been easy and if anyone knows me, knows my obsession for mayonnaise so I know I needed to find a treat I can indulge in pain-free. I was sceptical about how a cake would taste without eggs and if this recipe would work at all. I was pleasantly surprised a ..read more

10.55PM I heard it. I heard the rain knocking on my window, announcing its presence. The parade crashing down on to the shells of the Supra’s parked outside. I was cocooned in my duvet with the days blurring into one. I don’t usually take notice of the change in weather but the world has shifted into what it feels like a bad nightmare and I can feel my senses spiking. We are all on edge but the ringing of the drops calmed me for a short while. It brought me back to normality. March usually has a greyish presence, or even a cloud of white, dusting the clay roof tops, but this year it has an eer ..read more

Tick tock, tick tock. I can finally hear the blunt knocks of the hand hitting the next second as my grey rustic Roman numeral clock strikes. One forty five in the afternoon already! (It’s actually Quarter to three but I have neglected my shabby chic device until I have the enthusiasm to adjust its time or I might even wait for the clocks to go back until it corrects itself) Time will tell. {Pun intended.} Anyway before I drift off again, the reason why I can hear my wannabe vintage clock is because I have just got my boisterous play date off to sleep. *deep breath in* While he exhales Zzz i ..read more

Without trying to babble on too much, I have to confess my thoughts on turning 25. I need to be completely honest with you all, every year I CRY. I cry at turning another year older. I understand it’s out of my control and that I should just embrace another birthday but I have a fear that one day I will look in the mirror and there will be a little old granny looking back at me. I want to stay youthful, Is that too much to ask? No, GREAT. Even though I cry every birthday, I didn’t this year. I don’t know why; I had built myself up for it. I had the tissues at the ready, but nothing. No unc ..read more

I speak a lot about my moments with Roman and how becoming a mum had changed my life but there is something about a fathers bond that is undeniable. When I see the look between my son and my partner, it’s pure and priceless. My partner became a dad the day he held Roman in his arms. I watched the speech disappear from his mouth, his eyes well up and his grasp get a little tighter. It was love, love at first sight. There was this tiny human that was now half him. He didn’t have to endure 9 months of hormones or weird symptoms; he wasn’t exhausted by 9 AM. his feet didn’t swell, nor did he ge ..read more

The night started out like any other when you’re a day away from your first holiday as a family…projectile vomiting. You heard it, PROJECTILE VOMITING! Roman was sick everywhere, over him, over us, over our bed. While Mr T cleared up the horrific vomit scene, I settled Roman back down. It wasn’t long before Roman was back asleep and relaxed in my arms. We both couldn’t fall back asleep after that, so through heavy eyes we watched our sleeping sick bug. My head was now swimming with questions. ‘Is he too sick to fly?’ ‘Would we be putting others at risk if we took him on an air conditioned plan ..read more

Over a month ago now, I had the privilege of watching one of my friends get married to her best friend. It was truly a magical day. The day went like any bride would dream; they had the perfect weather, a beautiful atmosphere and everyone celebrating late into the night. The day started out in a little church in Cleeve where guest gathered and loved ones patiently waited, sending our congratulations to the groom and listening out for the arrival of the bride. Finally the ceremony began the bride and the bridesmaids had arrived and were now making their way down the aisle. Tears filled the ..read more

I was going to start this post referencing it ‘The power of motherhood’. I wrote up to say that there isn’t a manual or step by step guide to motherhood. Which would of been a lie, as I googled ‘the power of motherhood’. To my surprise, there on the very top page were the words “the classic manual to motherhood” Well who knew. So as I lay here with my little boy spread across my chest fast asleep, dribbling from the corner of his mouth. I started to think about being a mother, and what it meant to me to be a mum. What examples I got growing up and how it’s moulded me into the person I am to ..read more

After sunning it up on the beautiful island of Majorca, I decided to take a week off from posting. Now that I’m back in the dark wet country I like to call home, I thought I would continue the Autumn season and dedicate my next post to my Lotus Biscoff muffins that are Inspired from Costa’s new autumn menu. I thought I would finally take the plunge and give this baking a go. Thankfully the muffins turned out really well, and they were approved by Roman. As Costa’s muffins are limited time only, with this recipe you can bake them all year round or just bake them once like I will, but the choic ..read more