My version of Valentine’s Day
There are always rules. Never trust a thin chef, always trust a barber with bad hair, only ever eat white snow… for Valentine’s Day,…
There are always rules. Never trust a thin chef, always trust a barber with bad hair, only ever eat white snow… for Valentine’s Day,…
I’m really quite good at tying my shoe laces. I can do it almost without thinking. I can also cross the road safely and…
Ever get that feeling he’s really not happy while you peruse the aisles? Wonder what’s going through his mind as he slumps into one…
Have you ever swum with crocodiles? Have you ever lit a firework and held it in your hand? Are you partial to leaping from…
It’s taken me years to wean Mrs Romance off Valentine’s Day. I know it doesn’t sound very romantic, but I really don’t enjoy being…
There’s something about the hot weather that makes us crave those icy-cold zesty cocktails. Cool condensation that drips from the chilled bottle. The tall…
*The most exciting thing about He Said, She Said is wondering if we’ll still be married by the end of each post! We both…
Italia. The land of pizza, pasta, Vespas and of course romance. It’s also a place that has so many rules, even the locals get…
I went to my favourite cigar shop today to pick up a few ‘supplies’. My football team Christmas party is on Wednesday and there…
I’m English, right? From England. It’s my duty to dislike the French and say things like “France would be a great place if it…