Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Wednesday, 16 October 2013
350g caster sugar
4 large eggs
Zest of three limes
350g self raising flour
2tsp baking powder
A good slug of rum
Juice of three limes
400gm icing sugar
Green food colouring (or if you're feeling creative like me blue and yellow food colouring mixed)
350gm icing sugar
1 egg white
Food colouring (optional)
Sunday, 6 October 2013
How I wish I could turn back the clock and take my own advice. How I wish I hadn't been persuaded by the experts or believed them when they said everything was fine...
We needed to reduce our notice period to get the sale through. We negotiated. We got out of it. All so we agreed a completion date.
How I wished I hadn't.
We're now up the foul-smelling creek without a paddle.
The day we were meant to exchange (in fact after our solicitor attempted exchange twice that day) we got a phone call from the estate agent saying there was a bit of a problem with the seller's onward purchase. Cutting a long boring story short (trust me, we've heard the estate agent go through it enough times, as if repeating the story makes us feel better), a couple of major issues came up on their local authority searches and they need a certificate to get their mortgage. It's going to take 8 weeks to get. We only have 4 weeks left on our tenacy...
And that's before we even start to think about the affect on the rest of the chain...
So why on earth have they been chasing for exchange?!
They weren't ready!
I don't believe for one minute that they have only just become aware of this... they've not even sorted the mortgage!
I'm angry. I'm upset.
Saturday, 28 September 2013
You may have gathered that Hubby and I are trying to get on the property ladder. We've moved a few times in the past 5 years so the whole packing up everything isn't that uncommon to me, but this is the first time we're not simply moving into a rental. I appologise if I'm sounding a little bit like a stuck record but, this should be an exciting time... in fact at the moment I'm wavering between being totally non-plussed and hating it. Here's why:
Everything takes so long
We were lucky, we found the house we wanted back in June. It's now nearly October and we've still not exchanged. It could all still fall down around our ears like, well, a house [of cards].
Our solicitors, their solicitors... both are just frustrating. We went for a large online conveyancing firm to save a few pennies, and to be fair they've been okay... but they skate around giving advice. They don't ever seem to want to commit to a course of action. I guess that's what you get for saving pennies. The seller's solicitors on the other hand they are complete lemons. They love giving advice. Shockingly poor advice. For example they have advised their client to not allow us to come for a pre-exchange visit. I mean we're spending a ridiculous amount of money (only all our life savings) and the last time we saw the house was two months ago. We just have to hope that they've not knocked a wall down or been having wild house parties in the meantime. We very nearly walked away from the whole sale...
People coming to poke around
So we've given notice of our intent to move to our landlord... I know I said we wouldn't, but we were meant to have exchanged this week (it didn't happen as, surprise surprise, everything takes so long!) so we tried to talk hypothetically to our landlord... and it's all just run away from us. And now we've got people coming to our flat this weekend to have a poke around to see if they want to move in. Oh god.
Part time evening work (unpaid)
Both Hubby and I work a full time week. In fact I'm often working in the evenings and weekends to keep on top of everything... but somehow we have to try and squeeze in trips to mortgage advisors, calls with solicitors, reading legal documents, shuffling paperwork... not to mention the seemingly endless toing-and-froing with the seller's estate agent. So I do a full day at work, have a 2 hour commute home, and then have to start working all over again. It's exhausting. It's also particularly challenging when estate agents and solicitors only work office hours!
We're buying our first house. Our family home. It's the start of something very exciting. Somewhere where Hubby and I can start a family. Redecorate. Get a cat. (Not necessarily in that order.) There's so much life ahead. But before we get our foot through the front door we have to talk about our dream ending. I know it's the sensible thing... but discussing your partners untimely demise or the fact that either one of us could become critically ill does take the romance out of the adventure.
I know I'm whingeing. It's just that I'm finding it such a hard journey. I can not understand how people regularly remortgage and move house. It's not pleasant. Everything seems to just get put on hold. You empty your piggy bank which makes everything seem a lot more expensive. You can't commit to anything because you may be packing or moving or trying to squeeze in some extra paper work... to be honest I'm looking forward to moving in and getting on with living.
Monday, 16 September 2013
So I decided to buck the brown-grey trend. Just because the weather is turning doesn't mean that I have to pack away my summer-bright nail varnish. So think week I've decided to brighten up my nails with a spot of zebra print. But to help banish the autumn gloom, my zebra is turquoise.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Making the most of your day : Shorter queues at the rides
|The queue for SAW: The Ride yesterday|
Get the fun started: Reduced waiting time to get in
|It might look like a scene from a zombie film, but the lack of queues got our day off to a great start!|
Saving the pennies - Less excuse to spend money on sweet treats
Which brings us nicely on to our next reason...
No one likes a pest - Fewer wasps
Weather proofing: Rain rain go away, come again another day!
Friday, 13 September 2013
Learning Early has just joined the BlogLovin' community.
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Friday, 6 September 2013
There's a big difference between a house and a home. And today I realised, that I'd rather lose a house, then ever risk the stability of a home.
But then maybe I'm beung unreasonable?
You may be aware that Hubby and I are trying to buy our first house. We've had our offer accepted. We've sorted the mortgage. We've had the survey done. Problem is, we haven't handed in our notice on our rented flat, and today we find out that delaying two months may be a deal breaker.
For those who have never been in the buying process, you don't legally need to buy a house, nor the seller sell you the house until you have exchanged contracts... a position we hoped to be in next week. Once we had things signed and sealed we'd hand in our notice.
Personally, I think this is reasonable.
It might be longer than average gap between exchange and completion but as we live no where near relatives, if we somehow end up with no roof over our heads (which is possible if the sellers pull out and we've given notice prior to exchange), to put it bluntly, we'd be screwed... Bunking down on Park benches and curling up in our own cars becomes genuine possibilities.
But it's like talking to a wall to get the estate agent to grasp this fact. I'd rather risk losing the house we're trying to buy, than end up without a home.
On top of that, our first-time-buyer wallets are already stretched to breaking point to reach an agreeable sale price, so moving into the house early and still paying rent on our flat just isn't an option (no matter how many times the estate agent 'strongly recommends' it).
The thing is, I could almost understand the agents insistence on us moving faster if we hadn't mentioned it before. But we did. I have 2 separate emails to prove it. And I'm genuinely not sure how much clearer the sentence 'We will not hand our notice in until exchange, and then we have to give 2 months notice' can be... so goodness knows why all of this has come as a surprise.
This whole situation is making me angry as the agent's attempts to smooth things over - not by fully recognising his mistake (oh no, apparently he simply 'misunderstood') - involved asking me if I would negotiate with my landlord to let me out of sone of our notice period.
Brilliant. You don't want to explain to your client that you mucked up, so instead of taking a deep breath and having an awkward conversation you'd rather send the buyers to do the dirty work. I'm sorry. I refuse.
I'm starting to wonder whether this latest debarcle may just end up being the straw that breaks the camel's back... I'm honestly now on the cusp of not caring.
What will be will be...
Saturday, 31 August 2013
Friday, 30 August 2013
One of my favourite parts of my money-saving challenge was forcing myself to only use what I had in my cupboards. It's all far too easy to just pop to the shops and pick up some extra groceries all because you were missing the 2 drops of vanilla essence from a recipe... and seeing as money is going to be tighter than ever, when the baking bug hit recently I decided to make something using only what I already had... the result:
Homemade Rum and Raisin Fudge
- 900gms Muscovado sugar (I used a mix of dark and light - the molasses flavour ended up quite strong so if you're not a fan I stick more towards the light end)
- 250gms butter
- 1 can of evaporated milk (again lurking at the back of my baking cupboard)
- 200ml water
- Rum flavouring (3-4 tsp)
- Handful of rum-soaked raisins - I'd been making my Christmas Cake, so I had some fruits already soaking, but if you don't have any to hand pour a small amount of rum over your raisins and leave to soak overnight.
- Using some of your butter grease a Swiss roll tin or similar - I used a a square silicone tray.
- Melt the remaining butter in a large saucepan. Once melted stir in the evaporated milk, 200ml water, and rum flavouring.
- Stir in all the sugar (I found it best to use a whisk to stop the sugar getting too 'clumpy' ) until it has all melted into the buttery liquid.
- Now you need simmer vigorously for about 50 minutes, stirring with your whisk every few minutes, to turn it from this:
Once you're at this stage rapidly cool the mixture by plunging the base of the saucepan into cold water and stir like there is no tomorrow... As you keep stirring and the mixture cools, sprinkle in your raisins. Once the mixture has thickened, become almost grainy in texture and isn't quite so shiny, pour it into the prepared tin and leave to cool completely.
Once cool chop into bite-size pieces!
I have to say, this fudge went down a storm in our offices, but it is really really sweet... personally the next time I make it, I think I might top it with some bitter dark chocolate to try to cut through the sweetness... but hey, I think it was a success - not only have our colleagues been treated to some rather scrummy fudge, but that is three boxes of sugar that won't have to make the move with us!
Monday, 26 August 2013
We made our way back around the M25 this morning and, realising that all the shops will be closed due to the bank holiday we decided that an in-house activity was very much on the cards - and for me, when we make the decision to 'do something' in the house, that always means baking!
I had a quick rummage in the cupboards, glanced at the calendar, and formulated a plan...
We'd spent the weekend lazing around with family, so I wanted to make a cake that represented that - and frankly, if the weather wants to turn, at best, autumnal then my baking can be something suitable for chilly day.
Deck the halls with bows of holly... fa la la la la, la la la laaa...
Yes, it may be August, but I have started my Christmas cake!
Currently, the dried fruit is sitting in a bowl of brandy, but once I am satisfied that the little shrivelled things have plumped up enough I'm going to start in the rest of the mix.
Having never made a Christmas cake before I'm really rather excited. My mum has always been the one to make our family one. Each year around October she complains that she hasn't started her cake yet, and threatens that this year will be the year that she doesn't bother... but then on Christmas Day, out she comes with a beautifully hand-painted cake. It's may favourite part of the Christmas meal.
Even if my finished article isn't a patch on what my Mum makes, I figure that 3-months of 'feeding' a fruit-cake will turn it into something beautiful and boozy.
So I better get cracking... There's only 120 days until Christmas!
Sunday, 25 August 2013
Sunday, 11 August 2013
For our anniversary last year Hubby and I spent the weekend in Stratford Upon Avon. We stood on the steps of The Swan theatre and watched the river burst its banks. As we helped move sandbags to protect local businesses in The Bard's hometown Hubby mentioned that he'd like to see more Shakespeare... and seeing as he was a huge part of my English degree who was I to disagree!
So last night we headed off to The Globe. The recreation of the open-air theatre of Shakespearian England on the banks of the Thames. I'd got a seats in The Gentleman's Room (I'm all for a padded seat over a hard wooden bench!) and as we gazed out over the gathering crowds I explained to Hubby, just how the people standing for 2 and a half hours were much better behaved than the original Groundlings - no hawking your wears, or cavorting in sight, all eyes firmly trained on the stage. The play would be the focus, with nothing to distract from the passion, betrayal and madness of Macbeth.
I was surprised how wrong I was.
Within moments of the first Act opening a gentleman sitting behind me lost his footing as he leant to get a better look at the stage, his cup slipped from his fingers, soaking me in a pint of larger... I figured sitting in a cloud of beer just added to the authentic experience. But the distractions didn't end there...
I completely missed the royal Princes fleeing to from Scotland as I watched a lady empty her stomach all over the floor, and was finally coaxed off her bench and through the crowds by members of The Globe's team. Then, moments later, one of the people in the standing area collapsed and the stewards dashed to their side barreling through other Groundlings out of the way with a wheelchair...
Maybe these distractions are to be expected in the notoriously unlucky Scottish Play - but the show must go on. The cast covered up the off-stage drama with absolute professionalism. This was the first time I'd seen a live performance of Macbeth and although it is one of Shakespeare's darkest and most sinister of plays, this RSC version really makes the most of every possible comic moment. It's not all doom and gloom - there is light, shade, texture... with light touches of musuc, singing and dance the show really was something very different to the versions of Shakespeare that I had seen before.
I love a bit of Shakespeare, but Hubby was totally mesmerised by his first experience. A trip to The Globe is not just a night of great theatre, its a completely different performance experience - and this season's Macbeth is one I thoroughly recommend.
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
There's something about the smell in a theatre that makes the onstage magic come alive. I've always loved live performance - there's an intimacy of being able to make eye contact with a performer as the belt out a song, or the possibility that something tonight might go differently from every other night. There's something so special about the gamble that performers and the audience jointly enter into.
After being theatre-less for months now, by a strange fluke it appears that I'm going to be at 3 different theatres watching 3 very different shows over the next few weeks. The first was an amateur production of the comedy musical The Witches of Eastwick. It's quite a dark musical for a comedy, that plays on themes of lust and power... and just what is too much.
This weekend I'm heading to The Globe for Hubby's belated birthday to see Macbeth. We spent the weekend in Stratford upon Avon for our last Anniversary and we missed out on a trip to The Swan due to the floods, so I figured I'd gamble on the weather for an open air production.
And then finally, the following weekend I'm going to toddle along with a group of friends to The Southwark Playhouse to come face-to-face with Titanic: The Musical, it's a show I'm quite familiar with having been in an amateur production last year, but I'm really looking forward to seeing to show done by a professional troupe.
I feel so lucky that I have to opportunity to see these shows. I grew up in Somerset, which was lovely, but it did mean that a trip to a big theatre was a lot more challenging... and fairly limited.
I look back on these times when my theatre options could essentially be boiled down to whatever happened to be on at either Bristol or Bath, and I realise how much things have changed for me by moving East...
Sunday, 28 July 2013
Finding time for yourself can be really hard. Sometimes it takes someone rlse forcing you to step back that makes you get off the endless hampster wheel and just pause for a minute.
And that's exactly what I did this time last year when I made a trip to the Thermae Spa in Bath. My Mum had a big birthday, and had become a carer for my father, so we thought she needed a special treat, and the chance to recharge with a massage, a nice meal and an afternoon focusing on herself without distraction.
So when I heard that spottedhanky.com were offering the chance for someone to similarly chill out and explore the wonderful city of Bath, I just had to share the news... I mean, who doesn't love a bit of pampering?!
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Monday, 22 July 2013
So I've been at bit AWOL recently. I do feel bad about it. The thing is Hubby and I have been spending every spare minute preparing for the next big step. Buying.
The thing about Buying (the capital is mandatory obviously) is that it turns everything on it's head. We're first time buyers and the whole process is like wading through treacle. None of our family have purchased recently so we've had to do our best - and at best, it has been very much the case of blind-leading-the-blind.
We've analysed our savings, spoken to 3 different mortgage advisors, endlessly Googled the house buying process, registered for countless estates agents... all before the actual viewing. And boy, isn't there sone real variety on the market?! We saw one place that essentially just needed tearing down and starting over. A lick of paint and marketing the property as 'an investment opportunity' was no where near enough to put the poor thing out of its misery.
But we've finally had an offer accepted. It's stretched us to the limit (we're going to be hand washing clothes and sitting on the floor for a while after the big move - currently unclear as to how we'll stretch to furniture), but that's short term pain. Long term we'll have a beautiful garden, a house with three bedrooms and when we eventually have children it's in a good catchment for schools.
We've instructed a solicitor, and are getting the mortgage sorted... so all we can do now is wait.
That and try to scrabble together the pennies for white goods.
Sunday, 21 July 2013
- Fabric glue: £3
- Sequins: 70p
Sunday, 7 April 2013
It's all be going well so far, but I find that the first hurdle when you go somewhere new is often to make connections and new friends. I remember going to residential writing courses when I was a youngster, I loved them, but I'd have to share a dorm-room with up to 4 complete strangers and it was always a bit of pot-luck as to whether you'd get on... I learnt from those early days that the best way to disarm people was to reach out to their stomach. The whisper of a midnight feast is enough to make any pre-teen grin with delight. I employed a simular tactic when I moved into Halls at university; I propped open my door, and whenever anyone walked past and made eye contact I offered them a gummy sweet... bizarrely that too seemed to work too.
So the time has come to reach out to my new colleagues - and as I feel that this might require more than a bag of Haribo - so I've been busy baking. On Day Two a box of brownies accompanied me on the commute, and we're dutifully wolfed down by my delighted colleagues, and in fact I've had a number of people comment on them subsequently... so in terms of making an impact I appear to have hit my mark. But my new office is a lot bigger than my last workplace, so I decided this weekend that one batch of brownies just wouldn't be enough. And so I've gone for something a little more adventurous.
|I needed something good enough to follow these fellas...|
I've always tend to make something with chocolate, so I wanted a sweet alternative, and this Butterscotch and Marshmallow slice recipe, inspired from one from the Hummingbird Bakery seemed to tick the box...:
Butterscotch and Marshmallow Slices
10ml milk (depending how well your pastry combines you may not need this this)
- Preheat the oven to 170C; grease and line a 22cm x 31cm baking tray.
- Mix the ingredients for the base until a dough forms. Hubby and I struggled here a little bit, so we added in a very small splash of milk to encourage the pastry dough to bind together. However this did make a very sticky dough, and so we had to roll it rather than press it into the baking tray.
- When you add the pasty to the baking tray make sure that there is a slight lip around the edge (this is to stop all the liquid topping oozing everywhere later) and bake for 20 minutes or until the edges are a light golden brown and the middle is pale but cooked. Keep a close watch, as the base is very thin and can burn really easily.
- Once the base has cooked remove from the oven, and scatter the marshmallows on top - as the base is still warm they'll start to melt almost immediately so make sure you spread them out evenly.
- Place both types of sugar with the golden syrup and 240ml of water and bring to the boil.
- Keep boiling for between 5-10 minutes, or until a small drop of sugar syrup forms a soft "ball" in when dropped in cold water.
- Remove from the heat and stir in the butter.
- Bring the butterscotch back up to the boil and allow to bubble away for approximately 3 minutes.
- Take the pan off the heat and stir in the double cream, vanilla essence and peanut butter. Stir continuously until the peanut butter has melted.
- Pour the mixture on to the base and sprinkle the chopped nuts on top.
- Allow to set at room temperature for a few hours or preferable overnight. To be honest, this is the hardest part of the whole bake... because it just looks and smells divine!
- Slice into bars and serve.
Saturday, 30 March 2013
I feel really blessed that when I look back on my childhood it is full of wonderful memories. And I shared a lot of those good times with my best friend at school. Like all friendships we've had our ups and downs (I picked on her at playground because her hair was longer and blonder than mine - a terrible crime, obviously) but I'm proud that after more than two decades we're still so close. As an only child she's the closest thing to a sister that I've ever had.
So when I got the news on Tuesday that she'd given birth to a beautiful baby daughter I couldn't help but swell with pride. I know that if that little girl ever needs something I'll be there for her.
As I am venturing deeper into the realm of crafting I'd already knitted a blanket for her, but I wanted to post sonething to the new family to know that I was thinking of them all whilst giving them space to do that new family thing. I hunted around online but I couldn't find anything that hit the right spot. I loved the idea of sending a hamper of bits but I just couldn't find the right combination of thoughtful, useful and celebratory. Either it was all new baby clothes, or champagne and chocolate. So I decided to make my own...
I went to my local super market and purchased everything I needed, a beautiful bag, some useful new-parent essentials, some choccies, a baby book that the new Mum and I loved growing up, a range of things! I came home laiden with shopping bags and set to work individually wrapping each gift and writing the reason I had bought it especially for them on the labels. When you've been close for so long you have a lot of memories and thoughts to draw on, and it made each present special.
I've just come back from the post office and realised that I never took a photo of the finished collection to share, but as they say, it's the thought that counts so I'm sure you'll appreciate the level of thought that I put into it. And what makes it better is even with the added cost if postsge my personalised gift was at least £5 cheaper than all the cookie-cutter hampers I found online.
I just hope it arrives safely.
Saturday, 23 March 2013
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
That didn't last long...
The thing is, we heard about Herman.
One of our colleagues told us that at her last job her boss turned up one morning and left a strange yeasty smelling pot on her desk... (no puns please). It turned out that the goo was dough and that her boss wanted her to make a cake out of it. It sounded such a strange thing to do, to pass on cake-mix friendship-letter like, but at the same time it sparked our imagination... And so a date was set for the Inter-Office-Herman-Challenge.
Essentially Herman is a starter dough which can be included in lots of recipes - it's yeast based, so it "grows" if you look after it properly, which means you should end up with enough mix to make cake for yourself and to also pass on some to friends who can either get baking, or to grow more Herman.
I agreed to get the chain started. I'm currently on day five of 10, carefully nurturing Herman so that he matures enough to split up and dish out to my colleagues. So far, so good. I've not killed him (he stops bubbling when he dies poor thing)- in fact, he's been growing so fast that I've had to invest in another mixing bowl to contain is girth!
I don't know what Herman will eventually turn into - that's up to my individual colleagues to decide, but if you'd like to start your own Herman this is what you will need:
1 packet of active dried yeast
2 tbsp lukewarm water
240ml warm milk
150gm plain flour
225gm caster sugar.
- Dissolve yeast in water for 10 minutes and stir.
- Place flour, sugar and yeast into a large bowl and mix well.
- Slowly add milk and stir until combined - you'll be left with a strange thin custard-like mix. Cover this with a clean teatowel and leave somewhere warm - it doesn't need to be anywhere too special, the dining room table works, or the kitchen side.
- For the next 3 days stir well once a day.
- On the forth day, add one cup each of flour, caster sugar and milk and cover again.
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Then on Christmas day my Mother-In-Law presented me with my next challenge - a subscription to a knitting magazine! Every month for the next year a little parcel of wool, needles and patterns will arrive so that I can flex my knitting skills.
It seems that I'm surrounded by pregnant ladies at the moment - my best friend, a couple of cousins, colleagues people at my theatre group - so I'm sure in the next few years I will be able to find endless excuses to knit little bits and bobs for little-people. But I decided that my first knitting project from these magazines had to be for me (it was a Christmas present after all). So a few nights ago I sat down with my large wooden needles and chunky thread, and after some dropped stitches and a couple of snarl-ups I managed to work my way through a whole pattern and produce a pair of finger-less mittens! I'm very pleased!
So what if the thumb hole is almost as big as the whole for the rest of the fingers combined? Or that one glove is slightly smaller than the other as I ran out of wool for the last few rows? They are my mittens, and I made them. I just won't look to closely. They will live pride of place in my glove box, and if the weather turns as chilly as is predicted in the next week I bet I will be pleased to have them!
Sunday, 6 January 2013
I love bright crisp winter mornings, but today it's just yuck.
And last week was also back to work, which means packing away the Christmas jumpers and tinsel accessories as office wear is firmly back on the horizon... So this is my solution to a bit of creative nail work for the office. A beacon in the dark at this time of year: a bright French manicure.
Okay, so it's not really a French manicure, it's just bright coloured tips, but having just that little flash of colour really makes all the difference.
Paint a base coat with a pale colour - I used a silvery beige (sorry I can't share the name exactly as it came from a trip to France...) - and then once dry select a bright colour of your choice - I used Barry M in Turquoise.
Carefully remove the excess paint from the brush and then paint the tips. I find that the best way to do this is in small stages moving vertically. First paint the very tip of all your nails, and then go back over them to increase the spread of colour, always working with your brush ending up at the tip. Don't move your brush horizontally across your nail, it might seem quicker but it is really hard to keep control.
If you don't have a steady hand you can even use masking tape trimmed into ovals to help, but make sure that your base colour is completely dry before using tape.