Friday, 15 May 2015

What I did on my holidays Part 3

After Woolacombe, we went back up to Somerset and stayed in Brean.
We checked in and went to the beach, it was really hot, we'd manage to holiday in a little holiday heatwave but  there was no-one else on the beach.

Until The Sofa Lady arrived.

We were busy minding our own business, identifying marks in the sand - we thought it helpful in case anyone wondered what the things were when The Sofa Lady and her sister and one of their husbands arrived on the beach.


It's strange how the sound carried down there, we could hear their entire conversation even though they were a good way away. We learned that she'd been looking for a sofa for some time now and boasted she normally pays £4000 for her sofas, but she needed a new one and saw there was one going for £399 in the DFS.




And obviously, she doesn't normally get cheap sofas but she thought to herself, even if it only lasts her two years, it's still work worth it, isn't it? So she showed the sofa  to her son and he sais "That's alright that sofa is mom, but why don't you go to Measham to have a look at it. 


So she thought to herself, he's right, that's what I'll do, I'll go up to Measham and I'll have a look at it. So she went up to Measham and she had a look at it. It was on the Sunday. 


So she decided that she would have two of the sofas as they were only £399. She bought them there and then. 


Six weeks later, they delivered the sofas and you;ll never guess what, the fucking dog hates it. He absolutely fucking hates it. He won;t go near the bloody thing. That fucking dog. 



The Sofa lady and her firends left and we made our way to the pub. Here's the view form the beer garden. 


Here's Steep Holm, below. 




Friday, 1 May 2015

What I did on my holidays Part Two including Favourite Dog of holiday

Nothing very perilous happened for the remainder of the trip.
Unless you count this




But that was mainly perilous for the cockerel. The duck didn't even catch him.
And Woolacombe  and Combe Martin were  lovely.

A morning in Woolacombe

And the afternoon in Combe Martin

This was Alfie. He was nine years old  and needing some coaxing to go in the water. I don't blame him, it was pretty cold. 

Then back to the bungalow. 

Where we meet these guys. 











It was a great day.

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Two Go To Mystery Moor ( what I did on my holidays part one)

There's a right bugger of a cliff road in North Devon and I don't like plummeting to my death in a very chilly Atlantic, so to get to Woolacombe without going down the scary hill, we decided to drive through the not at all scary Exmoor .

Don't go out on the moors, they say. 

Who say?

All of them. Scary ass films for a start. Have you seen An American Werewolf in London? 

But nothing like that would happen to us. Because a) it was broad daylight and b) we'd only be driving over the moors briefly.
Nothing at all scary was going to happen to us. 
Apart from when the clutch cable snapped and we were stranded in a remote village. 


But , breaking down in a remote village, outside a garage ( handy)  there's actually nothing scary about that is there? In fact it all seemed rather nice. You could say there was everything we needed. There was a couple of decent looking hotels, a village stores, there was a tea rooms as well . Although it was closed on Fridays and *cue dramatic music*  it was Friday. But apart from the scary countryside noises and the similarity to the opening of a horror film, this wasn't scary at all. 

Even when we realised we had broken down outside what was formerly the chapel. NOPE, it's NOTHING like a horror film.




How fortunate is that,  breaking  down outside a garage, you'd assume we'd just pop in and get the clutch cable fixed and then we'd be on our way.

Are you fecking well joking me? Why would you do that? We break down in a tiny village, on the MOORS? With everything we could possibly need for days on end? Everything.
Have you never seen a horror film in your life?
Are you not at all familiar with the conventions of the genre?

We all know what happens next, the garage man tells us that the clutch cable would take a couple of days to fix and meanwhile we should take advantage of the local facilities like the comfortable shop and the village stores and then they will kill us and eat us or Wicker Man us to death or feed us to the Werewolf or whatever it was making the creepy noises and then they'd put us in that shed and kill us and eat us again.

So we didn't go and ask the garage man to help because of the above reasons and because we are in the AA, so we just phoned them and then Mark from Essex came and fixed our car and posed for a couple of photos as well.
No-one killed us and ate us, that day so it was great start to the holiday.




Saturday, 18 April 2015

My Favourite Vintage Thing with Deborah Install

I'm pleased to welcome Deborah Install who is guest posting about her favourite vintage thing.


 My favourite vintage thing is this aquamarine ring that belonged to my grandmother, given to me by my aunt when she died. It was part of a collection of jewellery passed on from my aunt, and is very much intertwined with my writing career.



Without this jewellery I’m not sure I’d be where I am today.   The fact that I was made redundant during pregnancy is no secret, and crops up a lot when I talk about my writing as it was my chief motivator to pursue the ambition. My husband pointed out, as I was looking for a new job (by the way, no one wants to hire a new mother part-time, for some reason we can’t be trusted to do a proper job…don’t get me started!) that I had a golden opportunity to finish my book and get it out there, and he was right. I also knew deep in my gut that I had to go to the Festival of Writing in York, because I’d been before and knew it offered so many opportunities to get in front of agents. And it was indeed where I met my agent so it turned out I was right on the money. But therein was the problem: money. With a baby, a mortgage and only one income, I just knew we couldn’t afford for me to go to a conference for a weekend, so I approached an antique dealer with the jewellery. I kept this ring, though, to remind me to make it count. I wear it whenever I know I need to push myself, to take every opportunity that comes my way.

A Robot in The Garden by Deborah Install  is out now. I absolutely loved this book. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

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Ben Chambers wakes up to find something rusty and lost underneath the willow tree in his garden. Refusing to throw it on the skip as his wife Amy advises, he takes it home.
And as you may have guessed, because the clue’s in the title, the rusty and lost thing is a robot! He’s called Tang and I want one of my own because I LOVED him. Ben finds out and his awful wife doesn’t want him to keep it, because basically she’s vile. But Ben, decides he needs to help fix Tang and they go off an adventure to sort him out.
Tang is just the best.  Deborah's  clever writing which makes him  come alive and it is impossible not to fall in love with him. I’m desperately hoping Deborah has another book out soon.
Thank you for guest posting, Deborah!

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Fourth Blogaversary Giveaway!

Hello all!

It's my fourth blogaversary and I have the loveliest thing to give away.
It's this wonderful Matilda tea towel perfect for book lovers!


"I'm wondering what to read next" Matilda said. 


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Wednesday, 11 March 2015

My Favourite Vintage thing WIth Sharon Adetoro

I'd like to welcome Sharon Adetoro ( and her amazing hat!) to the blog.                                                                                  I love this hat. It's just so fluffy (insert best Agnes voice here). The moment I laid eyes on it I moved like a ninja throught the vintage fair, past the boho chic girls, and the bus of Chinese tourists who had come to Machester for the Chinese new year celebrations ( we had a breif chat in the que while paying our £2 entrance fee) and dodged a rather scary looking beardy bloke following his lady love like a lost puppy in the sea of estrogen. Then I had it in my grubby little mits and my heart sang. I hailed over my daughter aka minion 1 and squeeled with delight as she did the crowning of the hat while I watched on at my refelction in the mirror. "Oh my god I want it!!" Yes that sentence actually left my mouth on a squeal. A bloody squeal! Once I calmed down. I couldn't stop smiling. Why? I hear you ask. Well it reminded me of all the times i dressed up in my mothers furs, heels and hats when I was a child. Of an era before leggings and t-shirts, when you could dress up glam and no one would bat an eye lash. Now I just need somewhere to wear it and not just sat on my sofa with Ben and Jerry on a saturday night.

At the moment I am working on the first book in my Quiescence series of books. Book one is in the revision stage and book 2 and 3 are in the first draft stage. Think Vampires, shifters, witches, lots of romance. Alpha males that are not all "me Tarzan you Jane" and strong females leads.  Yep I'm one of those - a Parnormal Romance writer. 
You can find me on Twitter https://twitter.com/SAAdetoro 

Thank you Sharon! Love this hat!



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