Life is rattling by and I’ve not yet found the right laxative for my creative constipation hence the lack of blogging in the last couple of weeks. Instead I’ve been busying myself with other things – good and wholesome things – but... 
There is something rather elicit about a long weekend created by a public holiday. Â It feels so much more of a gift of an extra day off work than those long weekends created from your holiday entitlement. Not that I get paid holidays of course, self employment... 
I’ve been having the longest bout of creative constipation in a while.  Not inspired to write nor take photographs.  This can be a problem if you’re a blogger.  Or sheer relief to some depending on your point of view. If the past is anything to go by... Being jet lagged and off eating sugar and wheat are hardly the perfect ingredients for being a delegate at a food bloggers conference but I didn’t let that hold me back.  Less than a week arriving home from our UK trip I found myself at the new Le Cordon Bleu... The first time I heard his characteristically French “oo la la” I was almost suffocating under a mound of coats piled into my arms by VIPs at corporate function.  By the time I had dumped the offending garments into the arms of one of my staff and... 
