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CategoryWe’re in the mood for Love
How do I love thee, let me count the ways….so wrote the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning. If you’re a bird this time of year, you are..
One down eleven to go
January is almost done. Aren’t we glad to see the back of the hardest month of the year? You bet we are! The festivities of Christmas..
Pie are Us!
Simple Simon met a pieman, going to the Fair. Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware…An old nursery rhyme inspires us..
Sunday Special
Sundays were made for a piece of roast beef. In the old days, those lucky enough to have beef to eat, may have found themselves running..
Think Pink
Rhubarb. Rhubarb. Rhubarb. January and early February sees the arrival of the first  pink sticks on the market. It’s a taste you either..
Are we a wasteful Nation?
‘Waste not, want not’, is a phrase we can all remember our mothers uttering when we were kids. Back in the day, nothing was thrown away...