For me, Christmas is all about feasting. You can keep all your Rudolphs, your santas, and yep, even your Liberty of London advent calendars, as long as I get to feast. And feast I did this week as I enjoyed my first Christmas meal of the season at Paris House Woburn.
I think it’s OK to admit that, when my children were little, taking them for big days out wasn’t my favourite thing to do. Even if there was another pair of hands to help the experience would be this huge production…
I remember my first brunch. I was about 11 and lived in Worcestershire with my mum and dad (obviously). We had a full English breakfast, as we often did at the weekends, and eating at 10am my mum called it…
The children are off later this week to spend a few days with their daddy. Whilst I’m practically salivating at the prospect of five nights of uninterrupted sleep in a row (woah there), I’m really dreading how much I’ll miss them. Don’t…
I’m not sure it I’ve mentioned it (hohoho) but I’m a pretty big fan of eating food. Drinking nice wine, too, or in fact any activity that involves me putting calorie-laden matter into my mouth and ingesting it. Sexy. There’s…
The New York burger that started it all. Last week I was invited to take part in a focus group for mums in Covent Garden. I jumped at the chance, not because it would have been a chance for a…