Jersey’s cost of living is high, and food especially so. Hop to the U.K. and trawl round a mega-store, and you’ll be amazed at what you can get for your money. Being an island, the cost of import plays a part plus when it comes to food, we’re a captive market so we can’t vote…
Made up with my makeover – an amazing experience with Boots No7 team
I’m no beauty blogger. In fact, the word ‘beauty’ doesn’t often appear in the same sentence as a description of me. My beauty regime (such as it is) consists of slapping the same make-up on in exactly the same way as I have for the last twenty years. But recently, I’ve started looking after myself a bit…
Arm-deep in sheep; a first-time lamber’s battle for Leviathan
How we laughed when I took delivery of the obstetric gauntlets, castration pliers and half a litre of lube. Various ‘Fifty Shades’ jokes and ‘your husband had better behave’ quips ensued. Whilst I’d bought them, it was on the premise of if I have them, I shan’t need to use them. You see, I am a n(ewe)bie lamber,…
Cruel to be kind? Why I plan to eat and enjoy my home-reared lamb.
This blog might come back to haunt me. You might read it back to me in six months’ time and say ‘told you so’ if I’ve then become vegetarian. But, notwithstanding the potential for egg on face, I need to get it off my chest. I LOVE meat. I was once described by a colleague…
Gotta hustle for that muscle – weight training for women over 40.
The smell hit me like a wall – masculine, testosterone-filled sweat in an unairconditioned gym. I looked around – guys lifting weights, muscles flexing, grunting and exhaling as they pushed their bodies to finish that last, seemingly excruciating set. I nearly turned heel and left, it was all so alien and a long way from the sanitised…
Dry January into fizz-free February?
I’m a goal digger. I get a kick out of setting a challenge and smashing it. So as part of ‘do stuff in my 41st year’, I kicked off 2017 by signing up to Dry January, the annual well-publicised commitment to abstaining from alcohol for 31 loooooong days. Now before you get the wrong idea, I’m…
Goals (and I’m not talking football)
A few years’ ago, the thought of writing something that could be read publicly would have terrified me. Firstly, as a lawyer, it’s generally assumed that your job is your persona: professional, intelligent, unforgiving and exact. That’s not to say I’m not all of those things (I am good at my job and so naturally…
