My stars what a sweaty Betty Saturday it be! Well as promised I am sure you have all been eagerly awaiting the next installment of festive factoids! Picking up from last week on the subject of mince pies - this week still on topic of traditional treats I will be dropping some knowledge on the original plum/Xmas pudding. So the humble British pud was born in the 14th century but not as we know it...a rich and decadent fruity, boozy, stodgy, cake mound but as a porridge called

Well, I thought I would mix it up a bit this weekend after braving the shops trying to get some Christmas shopping done before the madcap mayhem ensues as the big day draws dangerously closer. Indeed...bah humbug! Actually I can’t complain, I am far more fortunate than most. In our family we have an agreement not to exchange pressies instead we exchange gourmet delights, booze or an occasional gag gift. However my mum and I secretly struggle with this rule and don’t always ad

Happy weekend to you all, I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves. So the time has once again arrived for me to lull you to sleep with my incessant nonsensical babblings for absolutely no reason whatsoever other than to give my poor partner some respite. Oh yes and to showcase some of our plants of course...silly moi! So I have been pondering the delightful idioms once again because I’m inquisitive and obsessive and decided to do some further research but this time delved into