Spooning and why it’s good for your marriage 

Since the 10th June 2014 when Adam popped the question he has known that he has 72 spoons to carve.

You can probably imagine that I’ve mentioned it a few times over the last two years and he has continued to tell me that he’s on top of it!

Last week I casually asked him how he was getting on because there are only six weeks until the wedding. “six weeks??!!!” Was his response! Oh dear!

This left me a bit worried. I knew he had started as I had seen a few clues…


And we’ve had a few evenings where he has been carving until late


After my initial panic I found out that he has eight left to do so he’s doing ok. I just hope he can remember where the hoover and the garden brushes are kept 😉

Where does the centipede hide his shoes? 

We love taking Tilly for long walks and now Spring is here we will be going out more and more. On Monday it was bank holiday and we went for a wander…

First stop was the little patch of woodland near our house where we found this grumpy looking tree!

Haha looks like me when I catch Adam using our saucepans for bushcraft things!

Anyway whilst wandering Adam told me about the little shoes hidden in white dead nettles. Yes shoes!

It’s a story about fairies hiding the centipede’s shoes and how he decided to hide them in white dead nettle so they wouldn’t get them.

White dead nettle doesn’t sting but the fairies didn’t know that! I found this blog www.tentsandfestivals.co.uk telling the story which is very cute!  I checked it out for myself in the nettles and it’s true!!!

Surviving the Stag and Hen 

It’s been a busy few days as Adam and I parted ways for the weekend and enjoyed our stag and hen dos. Adam headed off to Lisbon, Portugal and I went to London.

As always us girlies took loads of photos and the boys didn’t so there is little I can share about his trip.

As for mine, it was great! My friend Amy organised it and did an amazing job.

We started with a surprise climb up the O2 in the glorious sunshine and took in the views at the top


After building up an appetite we scoffed sandwiches, quiche and little cakes whilst on a bus tour of London, all washed down with tea because we are that wild!


Nothing much survived as you can imagine 🙂

We headed back to our rooms and some had a little nap to reboot before the evening out. The girls all dressed in black whilst I wore cream and a pretty tiara with veil attached – just in case it wasn’t obvious that I was the bride!


We made cocktails and they made the mistake of leaving us unattended with the bottles of spirits!

Again, not a lot survived!

We had a meal and started making our way around London via the underground. I think this may have been the best part; a busker on his saxophone had us all throwing some shapes and passers by were joining in. I thought we were in a film at one point!


We danced in various bars and clubs until the pain from heels became too much and headed back to our rooms for sleep.

I really enjoyed the day and night and the girls were kind, I drank what I wanted to and had a giggle.

Adam on the other hand text me Sunday morning to say he had never felt worse! The poor sausage had to fly home with a massive hangover and he laid on the sofa all evening feeling sorry for himself while I went for a run. Now who’s the survivor 😉