Kicking the habit

I have fallen off the wagon and I had been so good for so long.

Let me explain. I love magazines, country living, country life, country homes and interiors the list is endless. It's probably fair to say that almost any magazine can sway me with a beautiful front cover. It needs to have the lure of an hour of pure day dream escapism.

I get swept along with the colours, tempting me ever closer to those bright sunny days, meadows of of swaying grasses, dotted with wild flowers. Perfect vegetable plots filling the family table through the year. Spurred on to turn the pages with the promise of vintage discoveries which have been lovingly restored, carefully painted, then placed in the best corner for that dreamy effect.

Delightful recipes which encapsulate the essensence of an english afternoon tea, delicate china or the excitement of a new artist with their stunning pottery.

They beckon you to live your dreams as you skip through the glossy pages imagining the fun you'll be having while you camp in the meadow, next to the stream, in the Romany Caravan, while your scrummy man collects firewood and your angelic children roast marshmallows just before you drift off to sleep under the stars........

You see I am a hopeless case. But I have been so so good because now I can get all these wonderful daydreams and inspirational visions while reading your delightful blogs. I was kicking the habit.

That was until the very naughty Joules sent me their magazine, FREE, through the post. Well it would have been quite rude and very churlish to have committed it to the recycle pile before I stole a tiny glimpse inside, wouldn't it?!!


Oh the complete joy, vintage caravans, yummy fabrics, scrummy firewood collecting man, angelic children (in clean, beautiful clothes) and me sat reading my book while stealing glances at the free range children dancing around the fields (still in clean clothes!). Chickens in the garden, a vegetable patch to be proud of, really very unfair to put so much in just one magazine, don't they know I am trying soooooo hard?


The deal was done, I had sealed my fate, I know full well that one is just never enough, one bite of the cherry will never surfice.

So as with all addictions, one just leads to another..........!!!