The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

The Real Sunday Roast is a b*tch.

Growing up, Sundays were all about roasts in our house. Everything we did that day revolved around what time the Lamb needed to go in. My Mum’s roasties were (and still are) the best. As we got older, my brother and I *might* help peel the veg, or make the...
A short rant about: Pies

A short rant about: Pies

Dear pie-makers of Britain. What has become of you?  Cue nostalgic music and fuzzy black and white olden days footage from days of ‘yore. Whatever they are. Once upon a pie, I would marvel at my dinner standing upright on its plate all on its own, and savour the...
Abandoned town hall – #MySundayPhoto

Abandoned town hall – #MySundayPhoto

I do love a good town hall. I’m not entirely sure what happens in them, but I imagine it involves a lot of paperwork. This lovely building stands empty in Staines town centre. It’s right on the riverfront, with a clocktower, huge bold red door and old...

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