Emma-Lou - Look At You!

I was asked by Roberts Bakery to throw a little surprise Father's Day Breakfast in bed for Mr. C.  On Father's Day, the kids usually make a little card for Mikey.  We don't usually get him a gift, although last year in Tesco on the Monday after, I picked up a gimmicky pint glass 'Dapper Dad', it was reduced to about 50p, so he got that! He says he's not bothered, I'm bothered about Mother's Day, I like the fuss, and now Lizzy is older, she drags her poor old Dad round the Trafford Centre looking for the perfect gift.  The days of homemade necklaces are behind me... but how fetching they looked! Morning face, wooden bead bling!  So last week on Father's Day weekend, we had chance to off our kids on the Saturday night, sod Father's Day morning, off the kids went to stay over with Nana and Granddad. This week, I tried to get up earlier than Mr. C, but he was out running before I could get the toaster on!  So here we are all o

We're quite lucky in terms of having evening babysitters; mostly because we'd leave them with pretty much anybody... We use a company that send round babysitters who are qualified in child-centred occupations.  I prefer to use this service, yes we have to pay, but it's not ridiculously pricey, they don't need too much notice and you don't have to clean your house ready for them coming.  Now, where we're really lucky is, the grandparents have the kids overnight... and that is without being dramatic, blissful.  It's not so much being able to get out in the evening (although we always get out and do something nice); it's the next morning.  There is nothing better than waking up under you own bidding... having a Sunday feel like Sunday.   So this morning, I come down, it's not like we want to sleep all morning... it was a respectable 9:30, Mr C on hearing me up and about made me coffee, there he is looking all relaxed actually reading the Sunday pape

How much do you drink?  It's a tricky question?  How honest are people in their reply.  People have me pegged as drinking a lot, mostly as I do show off a bit on FB! From time to time I take stock and look at my intake. I don't think I drink too much; well not enough to worry about, I tend not to binge drink (people will be spitting their coffee out with this statement... but I'll come back to it).   So, in a normal week, I'll do my shopping, mental list, bread, milk, cat food, red wine... I do buy one bottle of red wine every week on my weekly shop.  I tend not to drink Monday and Tuesday (not sure why these days are left out, but I try and head to bed earlier on these nights as per my new year resolution).  So Weds/Thurs/Friday that bottle of red wine, will be one or two small glasses after tea, when I'm settling down.  To be honest I'm a bit weak when it comes to red wine, even one small glass has me giddy, I certainly wouldn't be able to drive I don

So out and about again, on the back of my little here blog!  This time to Revolution in Wilmslow.  I'd been in touch with their events organiser, Nicola and she'd invited me for a meal and cocktails.  As if I need inviting twice!   Serious Blogger Selfie So of course, mid-week I took Priya, one of these days I will take faithful old Mr. C on one of my blogging outings, but it seems a shame to pay a babysitter, when Priya is equally as faithful and keen!  I have been to Revolution quite a bit, well the one in town on Oxford Road, I work at the University so it's a staple party venue, and we've used their function room upstairs loads.  Always, well organised, with light food and drinks vouchers.  Nicola mentioned Oxford Road was the first in the branch of Revolution bars.  So a couple of Thursday's ago.  I bobbed over to Wilmslow, Revolution .  Wilmslow itself is proper smart, driving through the village; it's bar upon bar of flash looking plac

The things I do for charity....  Last night a mate invited me round for a girls night in party round at hers.  Ah she'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble, with lovely food and wine a plenty.  She'd sent off from Macmillian, for lovely green table wear, and lovely green three tiered cake stands. One of the girls had organised party games, very silly really, us with sticky bits of paper stuck to our foreheads, I was Audrey Hepburn... (who knew she was Belgian). Prior to the party she'd emailed round asking us for three interesting facts, this ended up a riot, guessing which fact belonged to who.  From this I gleaned I have very interesting friends:  One of us streaked at a cricket match  One of us got dry-humped by a prolific indie-band super star (unless it was all in her imagination ----clue----) One of is a descendent of a nobel prize winner  One of us is a div and wore clear framed glasses to a job interview without realising one of the lens had co

When I was at Blog On a few weeks ago, I picked up a little voucher from Hungry House , the takeaway ordering website.  To be honest, ordering the takeaway falls under Mr C's remit, and he usually uses JustEat.   Anyhow, we had a lovely meal (think it was Thai the first time), and Hungry House got in touch and asked me did I want another voucher and would I like to do a little review.  Now, who'd turn down takeaway food?  My little here blog is moving forward and I'm to do reviews it seems... Fancy one day I might get a luxury cruise...  It was a big night for us... . My 27th birthday fell on the Saturday of the last bank holiday weekend, so we'd been out for slap up meal in town. We wouldn't usually have a takeaway on a Sunday, but with it being an extended weekend and we'd been gearing up to this particular night... our final episode of Breaking Bad.  I can't tell you how much I've loved having Walt and co in my life for the last 12 months,