when the weather changes from summer to snow within the same week (i'm looking at you, scotland), sometimes all you can do is gaze longingly at pictures of the the rich and famous living a shameless, privileged life by the pool, hanging out in locations you'll never visit, within this lifetime at least.
saddle up, it's easter weekend, bunnies! although as we all know national holidays don't really exist for anyone self-employed, right? onto the more important stuff: how many easter eggs did you get? i've got none, unless you count the packet of cadbury's mini-eggs i bought for the kids to do a treasure hunt with in the garden (i ate them, don't judge me. they've been replaced. a woman in the depths of a mini-egg bender is a dangerous business. every year they get me, every year).
not been feeling much like joining in with the whole social media whirligig of late, tweeting and blogging my every move. unless something really exciting happens like being asked if i want to be the florist pundit on a tv show (true story! this did actually happen last week...)
i'm also up on the wordy and witty small but charming blog today being interviewed. i know! how the tables have turned. i've got two other interviews coming up in the next couple of weeks on other blogs too (what have i started?), soon there will be no secrets between us. in reality i am the worst guest blogger in the world - missing deadlines, late to print - it's a wonder i get asked at all actually.