Sandy Toes

After a leisurely morning we took a trip out to Formby just by Southport.

Man and I went once the year we met, but it’s the first time we’ve been back. It’s such a beautiful place, I’d be happy to live on the door step of Formby. The houses are beautiful, the type that are huge with double garages and a gated driveway. Probably well out of our price range (for the moment). Anyone wants to give us a house there, we wouldn’t say no!

The beach is hidden away by a woods and sand dunes, so it’s a fair walk. With pram and bubs it’s a killer walk, especially in flip flops on the soft sand. Dela wasn’t overly sure of sand when man put her straight in it, but a few moments of sand discovery late she loved it. Touching, patting it, crawling it and putting it in daddy’s shoes.

Our day in pictures

We had a down pour as we walked back to the car. Under the tiniest umbrella we didn’t get too wet, Dela of course was okay under her rainhood on the pram.

Happy, sunny, sandy Sunday.

Xoxo, L

Just a Moment

I took a moment to not write last night. I’ve been drowning in everything. House work, no break from taking care of every one else, feeling inadequate and uncomfortable in the body I have at the moment and just not having time to just breath purely for myself.

I am proud and pleased to say I put everyone before me, but I just needed a moment. A simple, selfish moment when I’m only me. When I’m not mummy or fiancee or daughter or granddaughter or housekeeper or menagerie owner. A silent moment of nothingness. The thing about being an introvert is that I crave a little down time. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my tribe. I love them a million times over and more, and I would do anything for them.

I keep thinking I’ll try get back to running maybe 3 times a week. Get up earlier and just get out and alone for just 30 mins for a run maybe with Demon dog, although he makes running so very difficult. Might start fulfilling my needs as an introvert. It might improve my fuse, because currently the smallest thing sets me off.

It’s certainly worth a shot.

On the upside, this weather is glorious! We’re enjoying it completely, and tomorrow Delilah gets to meet my godmother for the first time and we are very much looking forward to seeing them. We intend to get together at the park, the one with a decent cafe. It means that Ems and Dela and N (my oldests friends son/my godmother’s grandson) can have a play in the sun and we can have a coffee and a chat.

Yesterday Dela and I went to play at Nana’s while the lads were at Airsoft. Dela likes her splashing bowl, and stole my icelolly. Fun was had by all.

I hope you are enjoying the the, And taking care of yourselves. We all need to do that, and I need to practice what I preach.

Xoxo, L.


Sunday trip.

Yes we really have turned into that family for the weekend. Reality TV on Saturday Nights and Ikea trips on Sundays.

This swedish maze of endless joyfull furniture is hell on earth. Dont get me wrong, I love Ikea. I love the products and the pretend inspirational layout rooms. I like the sofas and the fabrics, the chairs and the desks. I’ve even been know to have a special place in my heart for an Ikea hot dog. My love for the place stops when other people enter the equation.

This place plays havoc with anxieties. Slow people walk far to slow, snail mail speed in fact. Fast people walk far to fast, have no voice to ask you to step aside politely and I’m pretty sure one fast paced woman wanted a piggy back today because she was so far up my arse.

We did however buy wine glasses and Delilah now has bedroom curtains. So every cloud.

Man well and truly christened the wine glasses; and if he’s not hanging in the morning from mixing grain and grape he will be lucky. Well deserved though as he put up the curtains and cleaned the kitchen.

Delilah had a mini photo shoot in her bedroom and grumped for most of it. Arh, the many faces of Dela.

Xoxo, L

A Missed Plan

We missed an afternoon out with man’s brother and sister in law. Due to the weather. We were suppose to be having a day out, but impending rain put a dampener on that plan.

Looking for something to do on a Sunday with two adorable miniatures (under one and one), is difficult when ‘out of season’. So we’ve postponed, and we will look forward to it.

Out of missed plans came meal plans. Every cloud! Man did the shop, and I’ve loaded up on ideas for an all week healthy meal plan with snacks included.

I made Weetabix Balls, Crunch Oat bars and some Honey & Nut Clusters which don’t seem to have turned out so well. I’ve also discovered this evening that my food processor is almost certainly due for the bin. It did not blend frozen bananas very well for my soft serve banana “ice cream”. And I’m not convinced by this version of ice cream, it’s just not ice cream.

Lurve all the exciting healthy food we are trying and I am so getting in that yellow dress. August is my goal.

Dela is enjoying food in all kinds of ways. Thankfully she enjoy a bath time just as much.

Happy Sunday. Have a healthy week lovers.

Xoxo, L.

A Hebden Bridge Vibe Sunday

A Sunday like this Sunday in our household means a rare day together as a family. Man works constantly, so it’s great to catch a complete day together.

Today was a lazy start, lingering between the covers while Delilah dribbled and sneezed all over us. She giggled as she did it. And yes, she has a cold – again. I don’t know anyone with a cold at the moment, so god only knows where she’s caught that from.

We decided to take a walk round Hebden Bridge. It’s about a 40 min drive from us. It’s quirky attributes and pleasant vistas are perfect to ramble around. The canal is continual in both directions so you can walk a fair distance.

We got there and we found a little street food market. Rob found Indian street food straight away, the smell was amazing. He bought onion bhajis. We took a gander at some other stalls before we were drawn to a sticky toffee pudding one. Ginger hug, sticky toffee pudding bought, we walked over to the park for a coffee and for some lunch for Delilah.

We walked on the canal bank for a while till we were out of the little town and ran out of pram friendly path by the canal. We looped back via the main road towards where we parked, dodged the roadworks and plenty of people. It’s such a busy little place. One of memories for me. Not necessarily good ones, but memories all the same (this my dears, is another story for another time). Once we had a sleepy Delilah fastened in her seat, man decided we’d drive back via Denholme. Over the tops, on actual driving roads. The type with curves and hills for miles. The good roads that when you know them you feel at ease driving them fast.

He dropped into Keelham farm on the way home and got a piece of beef for dinner and obligatory custard for his pudding – he’s a complete custard fiend. When I was cooking dinner, I noticed I have little sprouts in most of my herb teacups!

How exciting, I’m actually growing something. This may be trivial for anyone else, but for me it’s a triumph! I normally kill any plant, I mean don’t get me wrong there is time yet to murder the innocent seedlings. BUT I will take some comfort in the fact my little seeds are now seedlings.

Anyway, back to tea – I miss calculated how long the beef would take to cook. Now I like my beef on the rare side, but initially our roast was raw. Not so sure it would have passed for cooked at all. So everything was ready apart from the beef. My bad.

After dinner man wanted his sticky toffee pudding, it had a “ginger hug” to it. It was divine. Found the guy who makes them on Facebook. You can check out his page here. So worth trying one of his puds. It was down right delish. Not too sweet, not too gingery and perfectly saucy. The sponge was light and not over facing. Recommended for sure. Even asked about possibly doing wedding puds, think it would be a lovely nod to man’s late mum who’s fave pud was sticky toffee. I never got to meet her, but I just know she would have loved this dessert.

That was however the final naughty. Time to get my butt in gear and get some level of fitness back, and I ain’t talking about ‘fitting-this-whole-piece-of-cake’ kind of fitness. Goals for the week:

1. Drink at least 3 ltrs of water per day.

2. Get a Yoga routine and a workout in pre breakfast. Also hit step count for the day.

3. Eat healthy lower calorie meals and 3 low cal healthy snacks.

Should be simple enough. We will see.

Happy weekend.

Xoxo, L.

Mirror Glaze Mousse Cake

Firstly happy freaking Easter! From us to you, we’re sending each one of you warm wishes.

Our annual family Easter bake off came today. Always a pleasure to spend time in the company of family. Roast beef dinner with all the trimmings cooked by mum. Puds covered by us, the kids.

Ollie and Kristy made cheesecakes in Easter eggs – oh my goodness.

Amy and Charlie created a chocolate orange cheesecake. Which tasted divine with all is orangey chocolate goodness and the WINNERS of this year’s bake off. Well done guys. This was so good.

Then Lee bob, made some amazing protein bars. Lee is mega in to his health and fitness and I need to get the recipe for these bad boys because I’m going sugar detox tomorrow.

Man and I made the mirror glaze mousse cake. I’ve been dying to give a mirror glaze a go and I finally had an excuse. I was so excited to try out this idea I had butterflies when I got to the glaze part. How sad is that.

I used this link for the recipe. It was pretty good. I kept it in the freezer overnight and made the glaze the night before and heated it this morning to pour over.

So loved making this cake. Have a go. I urge you to try it.

Xox, L

Mums: Were, Are and Will Be

It’s been a day of making cookies, drinking tea and long walks with my long dog.

Mother’s Day here in the UK. So for all the mums, for all the mums to be and for all the people that hope to be one day. For the men who take the role, aunts, grandparents and adoptive parents through any circumstance: Happy Mother’s day!

I made pin wheel shortbread cookies. It was, undoubtedly, an experiment. Which, by all accounts turned out pretty well. Although I think next time I will try to make the swirl more prominent. They’re still cute cookies. I intent to post up the recipe later this week, with step by step pictures (because I remembered to take them this time).


My long walk with Aro (the 8 and a bit month old Grey Hound Cross), AKA Demon Dog (currently sat by my side licking the carpet), took me to Wibsey. I paid a fleeting visit to my Papa and his Girlfriend, to drop of cute biscuits, boxed with the important addition of tea and of course, daffodils.  Demon dog decided it was a good idea to use his very long body and attempt to jump every wall we came near. Which on this particular rout, was aprox 79.9% of it. I looked like I was walking a freaking Kangaroo, in fact he has to be related to one, there just has to be one in his bloodline somewhere.


The rest of the afternoon I spent seeing my mum. My wonderful, beautiful best friend. The woman who helped to make me who I am. Simply spending time drinking tea and rambling to each other is a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon together. I could ask for no more. We’ve not always seen eye to eye, especially when I went through rebellious teen phase and refused to come home after countless Friday and Saturday nights at the pub. The time I nearly, almost nearly kicked the window out of the back of her Saab because someone thought I couldn’t handle the fact my boyfriend (at the time) had cheated on me so called her to come collect me from my best friend’s birthday party. Which for the record I was completely OK, everything was under control apart from the fact I was hell bent on revenge.

Mum was there. There to listen to me cry and scream non-sense. Always there. I know I’m majorly lucky to have her. I also know that I probably don’t tell her enough of the time what she means to me. So despite my thinking that Mother’s day, Valentine’s day and other countless days are a commercial load of bollocks to make money, it is a good time to remind people what they mean to us. It reminds me to tell her I appreciate and love her. Completely.

Mother's Day

Here’s to Mum!

L xox