“This dry shampoo is so great. And it covers up those bits of grey”. I thought I had done that the day before, with a bottle of John Frieda’s finest concoction. Hey ho....
Read More →I was feeling a bit guilty about the lack of variety in Missy B’s diet on the days I work (she shouldn’t really have omelette or sausages every time, keen though she is...
Read More →I was having a cuppa with Becky after a vigorous body conditioning session and I asked her what Tom would like for his birthday – a cake, apparently. So I stopped wondering what...
Read More →It’s been a while, but the other night Angus (dairy-intolerant) and Clive (proper vegetarian) came for dinner. I decided to make a vegetarian moussaka this time. I assumed that I would have no...
Read More →Beetroot is another vegetable that divides the family. Missy B won’t go near it but I assume that she will come round at some point. Mr B is indifferent. But I love it...
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