Thought I’d do a little impromptu ice-cream/beer/cider/tea/coffee social – Post a bit about your blog and links to your social media you’d like me (and other people) to connect with you on. Make connections with other people in the comments! I’ll go first: I post about life, books and Isla on Facebook and Instagram. I pin on Pinterest and I have a group board for bloggers here, if you’d like to pin, too. I am too wordy for Twitter. I…
Today, I’m sharing the love over at Scale it Simple. Thanks for hosting the party, Steph! Click here to go mingle: Now Live: Friday Follow Blog Party Also, my social media spaces are: FB: https://www.facebook.com/Gin-Lemonade-149263901777174/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/gypsiewriter Pinterest: https://uk.pinterest.com/gypsiewriter/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gypsiewriter/ PS. If you’ve found me by way of Steph, hello. Everyone have a beverage! Lorna x …
Imagine, if you will, a time when you wore something other than sweatpants. You went to meetings, you had a ‘phone voice’, you had ‘Things To Do’ on a list. On your desk. A desk that wasn’t in your house. You may have even had a boss. A boss who had more than one tooth. And now, Fridays aren’t the same. The closest thing you have to meetings is cake time with other mothers. There is a lot of cake.…
And so, I’m sitting here listening to the wedding mix. I’ve stopped watching wedding shows and started eating again. Mostly Tic-Tacs. For nostalgic reasons. And because I know I should eat, but I’m not actually hungry. I’m still writing emails. And my mother arrives on Monday. And then Sarge and I get married on the 15th. Think of us. While I’m away, I shall leave you in the capable words of Elsa from Feminist Sonar, Susan from Adventures in Low…
You may remember that we have a house guest. We’ve taken him out with us almost everywhere since his arrival. Here is photographic evidence of The Oma’s adventures so far: Hugging some cider at Sofi’s: Offering me a rose. Possibly drunk here: Zombie coffee is good for hangovers: More coffee at Artisan Roast. He appreciated the signage: Perusing Festival posters: And enroute to a bookshop. His hosts didn’t buy any books. He wanted some postcards. No such luck. In the…
