Amazed & Confused

The stand-off

I guess you could say that Steve and I had our first domestic dissagreement on Saturday. Steve, by his own estimation, has about 60 pairs of Boxer shorts, he is the Emelda Markov of said underwear. For a while now I've been suggesting he might want to throw the worn out pairs away, but little did I know how fond he can be of slightly nasty ribbed, discoloured (he washed them with a red Tshirt) Ben Sherman (I mean how much more towny can you get) Boxers...

Scratching it out

As I sat, propped up by cushions, against my faux iron headboard last night, I realised that hadn’t journalled with much depth in a surprisingly long time. There were a few guilty entries, you know the kind of prayers you pray when you’re feeling desperate and out of your depth, but no musings or the self-examination that hallmarked previous scrawlings…

Nip Tuck

I learned something yesterday; you can't sit in the waiting area of a cosmetic surgery clinic and not play guess-the-vanity. As Charlotte and I sat in said Brighton Clinic we desperately tried to keep our faces impassive as our eyes darted around the room...

The Aisle appraoches

Apologies friends for my prolonged blog silence. I'm not entirely sure where the last five days went. I've been a flurry of spring cleaning, de-cluttering and drinking wine with my lovely ladies. The project I've been excited about for about a month has finally landed in my lap. Steve's housemates have sadly departed to their shiny new homes and Steve's is now 'ours', the count down to marriage has begun...

Time for Jazz

The two great pleasures of this holiday so far have been the overwhelmingly heavenly feeling of cold seawater on hot, sandy skin and the hours I’ve spent each day, lying in the sun, reading…

Fear Factor

Yesterday our determined inactivity was broken by an adventure, something that both terrified and tantalised the entire family. Around the corner from where we've put down roots Adam and and Dad found a series of watery caves eaten into the rock face of the island. With fabulously clear deep water, many over hangs and the gauntlet (a passage going through pitch darkness from one cave to another) we were captivated...

Lazy in Lindos

The Trundle's put great stock in tradition.  Ours may seem a little stranger than most but they are no less in value and we are no less fervent in our commitment to them because they are mundane and easily missed...   

The Nick Harding Work Out Video

Napoleon wishes he could dance like this. I am marrying into talented genes. Watch the many Nicks add their contribution to his moring workout before taking off around the world to star jump and squat thrust with the many wonders. It really is exquisite!