Inspiring stuff: Just some of the cards belonging to #CWC business women
We’ve all heard the saying, it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.
And with the business world being a male dominated arena for decades, sometimes building a network can feel like trying to convince the older kids at school to let you play.
It should come as no surprise then, that south Essex business women are setting up their own groups and support systems.
Forget the Masons, with their stuffy ways and somewhat odd customs. For 21st century women here in Leigh it’s all about connecting over cocktails. Continue reading
Shaken not stirred: I try my hand at making Blank Canvas
I confess, I don’t get out much. Since Sonny Jim’s arrival you can usually find me in my PJs by 8pm.
So when I *do* go out, I need that night to be a good ‘un. Happily, the newest bar in Southend more than delivered.
I was invited to Revolution Southend’s preview night – ahead of its launch night tonight.
My BFF and I got a peek around the bar and (heated) roof terrace, I tried my hand at making my own cocktail (thanks Barney!) and got to grips with a scrumptious burger.
With the town’s nightclub scene rather dying out, following the closures in recent years of some big name venues (yes Churchills and Element I’m looking at you) cocktail bars/restaurants are starting to fill the void. Continue reading
Super cute: Chicks on a plate
When it comes to cooking, I’m not the greatest. However, I *am* a total sucker for recipes that look so lovely they make you smile. And these from British Lion Eggs (www.eggrecipes.co.uk), ahead of Easter, certainly do that.
Hands up who is feeling inspired to hold an Easter Sunday gathering, after looking at these? Yep, me too…
Little egg chicks
Preparation time: 25 minutes
Cooking time: 10 minutes
• 8 British Lion eggs
• 3tbsp Greek yogurt
• 2tsp Dijon mustard
• ½ carrot, sliced thinly into rounds
• Chives or green peppercorns to decorate Continue reading
Big Bingo Bash: Mama *attempting* a night off
Okay, here’s a confession. I *did* go to Mecca’s first ever Big Bingo Bash (held in Southend) last night.
But I didn’t, sadly, stay that long. Sonny Jim is literally FULL of cold and the poorly little pickle’s can’t-sleep-coughing-too-much kinda of scuppered my mama’s night off plans.
HOWEVER. What I was there for, was tremendous. I drank Prosecco, scoffed a mini platter of naughty nibbles, bopped along in my seat to the band and dancers, laughed along with host Steve Walls and even played a bit of bingo too (though I didn’t win any prizes. Damn it. I’m not at all jealous of that person who won the 7-day sunshine holiday for two.) Continue reading
On the menu today: Sonny Jim’s first pancakes
Oh hello Shrove Tuesday!
Today is Sonny Jim’s first pancake day, and while I love my pancakes covered in sugar and ice cream and chocolate (yes, basically a heart attack on a plate!) his will be rather a lot healthier.
I’m going to be using this Annabel Karmel recipe today (from Annabel Karmel’s New Complete Baby and Toddler Meal Planner, Ebury Press, £14.99, www.randomhouse.co.uk)
How about you? Continue reading
Before falling pregnant with Sonny Jim, I was a big fan of a proper night out with the girls.
But, aside from one night about seven years ago at a holiday camp in Devon, bingo has not ever been on my night out agenda.
But that could all be about to change.
Big Bingo Bash is coming to Mecca Bingo Southend on Saturday, March 4. It’s set to be an exciting evening which will integrate bingo with other fun concepts, including the chance to win a holiday (a 7-day sunshine holiday for two.) Continue reading
Soothing: Sonny Jim’s eczema isn’t aggravated by Childs Farm’s baby bedtime bubbles
Before having Sonny Jim, I had no idea that one in five under fives suffered from eczema.
To be fair, even after having Sonny Jim, I still didn’t. It was only when a viral infection (that lasted five weeks and saw three trips to the doctors and one to A&E) triggered severe eczema all over my now ten-month-old baby, that eczema was everywhere in our little world.
Out of nowhere, Sonny Jim suddenly had a rash all over his poor little face, back, tummy and it had started spreading to his arms and legs. It was so much, and so sudden I was utterly CONVINCED he had measles. Or slapped cheek. Or maybe German measles. (I knew it wasn’t meningitis as I had been doing the glass test. A lot.)
It wasn’t any of those things though. It was *just* eczema. And so we entered a land of lotions and potions, of creams and oils. And bubbles at bathtime became a source of much consideration. Continue reading