Ever fancied learning to surf? Think you’re too middle-aged or creaky? Or maybe a bit scared of the waves? Here’s why our family holiday at Baleal Surf Camp in Portugal, Peniche, got a big thumbs-up…. 7.20 am on a grey August morning and our taxi pulls into the small town of Baleal before halting outside the reception for Baleal Surf…
Hanging out in a playground where the only entertaining structures were two sad swings and some dangerously high monkey bars, returning home from jumble sales with Debenhams carrier bags stuffed full of home-made woolly octopus toys and jars of Fruit Salad sweets, rooting around the fields hunting for the soggy paper carcasses of exploded rocket fireworks in November or the…
My bowl of home-made sweet potato soup, (a little on the spicy side if I’m honest), has been delicately splashed by a small tear of laughter falling down my right cheek. The reason? As well as doing some soup-slurping, I’m using my lunch hour to greedily devour the new series of This Country and have just watched 20-something, skinny-framed, Kurtan…
If you’re a working parent who’s filled with a mix of guilt and a trickle of regret that you can’t be there to greet your offspring at the school gates every day with a sunny smile and a small snack squashed about your person, STOP RIGHT THERE! Here’s what I’ve learnt about pick up…… 3.30 : THE ACTUAL PICK UP…
Having trodden the muddy fields of Glasto a few times pre-kids, I’m always hit with pangs of longing, a hefty dose of FOMO and a small seeping of simmering resentment reserved for those who chirpily announce they’re off to revel in the hallowed Somerset fields near where I grew up. Do these emotions prompt me to secure a ticket for…
Half term saw us with the usual blank spaces to fill: where to go, what to do, what wholesome, vaguely educational or entertaining activities could be inserted into the week to ensure a pause from Fifa on the Xbox or a break from rummaging through BBC Iplayer to watch Gary Barlow and his Let It Shine chums light up giant…
I’ve done some funny things for work; had my hair cut by David Beckham’s sister Joanne, propped up the bar with Larry Hagman aka J.R. Ewing and visited a sex shop in East London to talk to slightly embarrassed and disarmed customers about their recent purchases. However, one of my most entertaining jobs was a stint writing Tara Palmer Tomkinson’s…
Lip gloss. Check. Crop top. Yup. OTT accessories including weird headband possibly on upside-down? Why of course! Oh the glamour. It can mean only one thing: Rosie Webster is back in Weatherfield. After five years away, tonight Kev gets a double whammy when his youngest Sophie returns to the Corrie cobbles with more than a giant Toblerone and a bottle…