5 things that make me smile

I’ve just realised that I’ve been posting some slightly downbeat stuff lately- so, to turn the tables, he’s some things that have made me smile this week!

1. Free Range Sausages. Sausages from free range pigs, surely, not free range sausages? I love the idea of sausages being free to roam. Harry Hill did a sketch about this once, with sausages happily frolicking in a field. I was so glad it wasn’t just me!

2. Old couples holding hands. That just makes my heart melt. I hope to be one of them someday.

3. There is a corner shop near where we live called “Butt Savouries.” It just never gets old.

4. Tea. Tea fixes everything. It’s the only thing that can always get me to go “aaaahhhhh….” (Sorry husband!)

5. The cub learning new tricks. His latest one is waving- it is the most adorable thing in the whole world- it’s such a clumsy movement but it’s just gorgeous.

Right, I’m off to put the kettle on! What’s guaranteed to make you smile?


Dear So and So…

Over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow, Kat has a linky all the Dear So and So posts, where lots of bloggers take the opportunity to get things off their chests. Here’s my first go!


Dear Fire Service,

Did you really need to park outside my house the other night, forcing me to try and get into my drive at a really weird angle? Was there even a fire? I didn’t see any smoke. I didn’t even see any firemen. I am convinced you were just parked there to annoy me.

I tried my best to get the car into the driveway but because you parked your truck in such a ridiculous place, I managed to knock our garden wall down and put a huge dent into the car. This is in no way my fault. I am a great driver.

Yours Seethingly,



Dear Husband,

Thank you for not going mental when I scraped the car and knocked down the wall.

Yours Gratefully,



Dear Philadelphia Light Garlic and Herb,

There is no warning on your packet that this is an extremely smelly product. Now I reek. Thanks a bunch.

Yours Stinkingly,



Dear Cold Bug,

You are evil. Please leave us all alone.

Yours Snottily,



Dear New Sports Bra,

Attempting to eject my left boob during a spinning class is not big or clever. Are you trying to completely humiliate me? There are mirrors all over that spinning studio. I can’t have been the only one who saw that display of free jiggling.  You have failed me.

Duly Mortified,


Dear So and So...