A Questionable Face for Video

My dear reader

I have been busy on Youtube, in an amateur manner you understand.  Anyway here are some videos you may endure like.

Visit to  a country show, with a questionable face, it appears. 






In this video below I have a chubby face after having galvanic facial treatment, it does that to me the next day, and a bad eye make up day due to follwing a guide on makeup for hooded eyes.  It didn't work, did it!  Still I bravely talked about my fridge despite another questionable face.



Then for Christine, who I know likes food discoveries there is a supermarket shop video.  Face not so questionable this time but expressions maybe debateable.




Making of Rhubarb Gin

How I made Rhubarb Gin and Mr Him does a BBQ
See he's still being sensible. Maybe I should pour the gin down him! No. That would be a waste.

Update and Vlog

Dear reader
Big news! I've started  a Vlog.  
Here it is. Very new. Get it whilst it's young.
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You'll find a trip to the Garden centre, an opening of the M&S beauty box and a vlog of this week.

There are errors.  It's a learning curve. 
What else is happening? Mr Him is still being sensible.  That's likely to change as the sun arrives and goes to his head.
I hope you dear readers are well.  Do join my YouTube journey.  See how I grow.  It can only go upwards, believe me.

Remember that I also blog at https://www.muttonstyle.com/  


Easter Chocolate Dessert

How was your Easter or Passover, if you celebrate? We had a quiet but pleasant Easter. It was five of us at our house for lunch.


we like our gravy!   The puffy thing is a Yorkshire pudding.  The meat is in a bowl top left waiting to be served

 Often the weather is reasonably hot at Easter but this year it was  chilly. I debated a bit with myself on what to wear and ultimately chose a simple formula that worked for looking slightly dressed up but warm whilst being casual enough for the kitchen preparations.  


Mr Him cooked roast pork and trimmings and I made an apple and rhubarb crumble using ingredients from the freezer and cupboards so I was pleased with the economy. 

Miss 23, made an Oreo dessert.  She likes to make the video recipes that flash up on Facebook but I have linked a YouTube below for you.  It was funny hearing Miss 23 say 'it looks like its meant to!'  Don't we all feel that when it turns out right, haha.




This dessert was yummy and with the melted chocolate topping of dark chocolate it had a chocolate torte sort of  flavour. You know, that rich bitterness.  She will make it again.  I'll make sure of that.  Here's the recipe for your files.  It is a video recipe.




This is an abridged version. If you wish to see the full post including outfit ideas pop over to here

Introducing the Continental Drift Linkup blog hop



Wecome to our Continental Drift linkup! The reason we decided to have a dabble at a link up was that we thought that there are so many genre of bloggers out there that we could learn from that we decided to gather a knowledge and lifestyle share in one place once a month. On the first of the month we will host the Continental Drift. 


The concept for myself and my fellow hosts ( Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl ) is that we, the hosts, write a post about our life or life in general on our continent/Country/state over the past month and our favourite thing from the month. You as a linker can post on any family friendly topic that you like be it DIY, cooking, sewing, crafts, lifestyle, de-cluttering, RVing across Mexico or Alaska, moving house, fashion, style, beauty, make up. Your hosts to this linkup come from UK, Canada and Australia. 


Well, I'm from the UK so it falls upon me to write on my life here.  March has been the month when the cold war seems to have started once again. We are living a John Le Carre novel. The news every single day features the latest update on the poisoning of the former Russian spy and his daughter. 



Now I am sure that you have not delved into my blog for the life and times of James Bond or George Smiley so let's quickly move on but I would be interested to know whether this is in your daily news. 

Early March saw southern England, where I live, first see winter this year. Goodness knows why we are so out of sync but finally I was able to get into those warm jumpers and boots and kick that fluffy white stuff around a bit. Yes we had the arrival of the Beast from the East, and no, she is not the Beast from the East.  



The Beast from the East was not the poisoning episode either however apt.  It is the fond name we gave a snow storm that came from Siberia at the beginning of the month. 
It was my perfect opportunity to carry a kettle outside, which of course has to be done! 



March also sees Mothering Sunday in the UK or known more commonly now as Mother's Day. Yes we have to be different don't we! Now Mother's day brings me back to the beginning of this story, Zizzi, for wasn't it in Zizzi that John Le Carre re-visited started in March in the UK!

My oldest  daugher decided to take me out to lunch for Mothers Day and booked the Zizzi Mother's Day special (goodness there could be bad taste jokes galore, but I will refrain.)   One of my reader's the lovely Pouting Pensioner was quite horrified that I was in Zizzi a week after it's name was all over the news but then realised it was a chain of restaurants.





I also took my mother out for lunch so I am wrapping those two events as one for my favourite thing.  It was special to be taken out by my daughter of course but equally special was taking my mother out.  She has Neutropenia which is a non-existant immune system so as she says a cold could kill her in a week. She was very depressed after the diagnonsis and lived in bed.  I organised social care once a day for her and that motivates her to get up and dressed and so on every day.  So for her to enjoy a meal out and glass of wine is special.   




Mother's Day in the UK is actually Mothering Sunday and 3 weeks before Easter.  It is the day that apprentices and servants were allowed home to visit their mothers in centuries past.  I understand that before that it was a day for visiting the 'Mother Church' but we are going back to the 16th century. 

Now please do follow each of your hosts Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl and Mutton Style  on at least one platform (Instagram, Twitter or blog)and comment on their blogs.  It would be great if you could read and comment on the blog above yours in the link up.  You might make a new friend. 

Please do pop over to see how Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl have spent March on their continent.


Mr Him enjoys a Curry

Dear reader

I feel your pain (actually judging by the pics later we may all think Mr Him's in pain) and understand you are missing the hero of my tales.

So without further ado I give you Mr Him enjoying a curry, really enjoying a curry.  Yes, I was open to bribary and begging to post these (he begged me.)  Finally I gave in.


Phew, i;m feeling a burning sensation

Yes, the flavour is hot

very hot

really hot...this hot

oh dear

how do I explain this!

Now on to my Christmas preparations.  I have been writing a few Blogmas posts so click on the links and enjoy with a large coffee, they are long.

Blogmas Part One and we go to Brighton  and video here

Blogmas part 2 in which we choose a tree  and making cheese here on video

Blogmas part 3 in which i shop

Blogmas Part 4 in which I don't relax ...yet

The Wrong Hotels

Dear reader

 I've had a busy month. Grab a coffee, tea, beer or wine.  This is a long one.
 First there was a black tie dinner at the wrong hotel then there was a visit to Geneva at the wrong hotel.  

Someone buy me a map.  

I was all spruced up in my finery, shoes were heels, bag was tiny and dress was sparkly.  I googlemapped and navigated that little arrow as I  wandered up and down roads and across parks for 45 minutes when finally the arrow settled and I was in front of big revolving doors, a footman, a big sweeping staircase and welcoming bright lights.




 
My coat was concierged.  Time to grab a champers.  Except there wasn't any.  In fact on close inspection of various rooms there was no dinner!

I asked reception waving my invite vigoursly as I spoke.  'You've got the wrong hotel.' Was the response.  How many Grosvenor hotels are there in London? Well 2 it turns out. 
At this point I debated giving up but I was persuaded that the other Grosvenor was a ten minute taxi ride.  I had 25 minutes to get there and seated.  





I did. And it's aswell as I was on the main table! Me! Your little Anna. 







 I conversed confidently with a marathon running dancing celebrity TV  MP on my achievements jogging.  He asked how far I'd got. 5 I said proudly.  '5 miles', he asked.  'No, 5 minutes ' I replied.  Luckily that was the end of that conversation as he rose to give the after dinner speech.




As for the wrong hotel in Geneva.  Here's how that goes. My colleague and I boarded the plane.  



We conversed on whether we'd be in a cupboard again a la Oslo, we had a g&t at the thought of it. 




We looked at the Alps flypast. 








We landed and found the free shuttle to our hotel.  Not bad.  We wheeled suitcases to reception.  We were told 'You've got the wrong hotel.'  'You're in the budget hotel down the road.' Colleague and I looked at each other. That look said ' of course, we would be wouldn't we.'



As it happens this budget hotel was comfortable, clean, modern.  Once again hangers on a wall for a wardrobe, big shower room but this time room enough to swing a poncho. My bedroom was a double and my bed had a ladder! Yes there was another bed above.  Choices choices. Where to sleep? 

My colleagues and I wandered the streets of Geneva 









and found a traditional French bistro. We ordered 






and tucked into that superficial amicable business social conversation along with our food.  You know the safe sort.  Except I opened my mouth. Addressing my colleague from San Francisco I asked 'are you into Stranger Things' . Well he answered that no he hadn't seen it.  Colleagues around the table were bemused.  The lady opposite me almost choked as she couldn't  believe a) that  I'd asked him if he was into strange things and b) that he didn't look shocked.  She told me later that she'd wondered if id had too much to drink. 


The conference went well.  My 3 fellow speakers and I decided to celebrate with a beer at Geneva airport. A half pint beer without bubbles in I  asked them to get me.  Simple you'd think.  No. 'Without bubbles' the fellas chorused.  'You want us to ask for a beer without bubbles' 'What do you mean beer without bubbles.' 

I found a table hoping those questions would go away.  They returned with my half of beer. ' 'We got bubbles.  It was hard enough making the bar staff understand half pint let alone no bubbles. ' they said.


We I then decided we had to have a momento selfie.  Have you tried getting 4 into a selfie around a wide table perched on bar stools? It doesn't work, as you can see. It causes faces to be scribbled out!  Yes, I am in hysterics as you can see from my crinkled eyes.



And the YouTube video which shows flying throught the Alps and a bit of Geneva night life.

A Questionable Face for Video

My dear reader I have been busy on Youtube, in an amateur manner you understand.  Anyway here are some videos you may endure like. Visi...