This is how...

...my sorry little garden looked when I bought my house in late summer 2009.

 Then in May last year it looked like this...

...then this a few weeks later.

Then in May this year, there was much hammering and banging at the bottom of the garden...

Then tadaaa!

I love my shed! 

Are you jamming...

...this year? I hope to be. Once the children break up. Which is in 30 days, 1 hour, 45 minutes and 38 seconds. Not that I'm counting or anything. Thought I might try raspberry this year after my rather triumphant  blackberry last year. We've just had more Jam Makers sets in, you get lovely labels and lid covers - everything to make your homemade jams and chutneys look top notch.

 We're also got loads of gorgeous vintage French jam jars in, snap them up quick you domestic goddesses!

My little boy...

...is 15 today. He's an annoying potty-mouth at times; seems to lack the ability to pick up a towel once he has dropped it on his bedroom floor and leaves a trail of mess, noise and debris where ever he goes. He's just shy of 6 foot now and thinks it hilarious that he can look down at me. He thinks I'm a total embarrassment and gets cross when I toot and wave when I see him out with his friends, (it makes me do it all the more). He's mostly a pain in the neck. He makes me laugh though.  A lot.

I won't lie...

...I'm feeling a bit tired and emotional after this week. Last Sunday I hurtled into London in search of luscious things for this website at a trade fair. Ordered the first of the Christmas stock...I know, a world gone mad. Then I got up at 4.30 on Monday to sniff out vintage and antique treasure at a fair. Then did the whole up with the larks thing again on Thursday for another fair. I'm now bent over like a comma from all the walking/carrying heavy stuff and resemble a troll from middle earth.
Worth it though, because I found this little piece of heaven!...

Happy weekend! X

Half term Glamping...

...in the garden. I had four girlies in little tents doing lots of giggling under piles of duvets and floral eiderdowns. On the same night, Felix and 9 friends were doing whatever the opposite of Glamping is in a field somewhere...emanating unpleasant smells from the trainer area and using lots of inappropriate language if I know him and his friends...all under a toxic cloud of Lynx Africa. Bless 'em. 

Monsieur Le P...

...has given the Norfolk house's website a bit of a shampoo and set. 

Have a look, I think it looks lovely! It's heavenly there at the moment with the weather as it is and don't forget we're giving a 10% discount on bookings before the end of September.