The Only Girl Guide #3 – The Unplugged Edit – Books, Audio Books, Podcasts and More

It might seem paradoxical at best, hypocritical at worst, for someone that makes a (meagre, supplementary) living from the online, plugged-in world to be harping on about what’s keeping me off the web! But in the post-Christmas-gooch, dare I say it, I just got a bit bored of scrolling, staring, lurking and double-clicking.  I’ve been craving tangible, wholesome goodness, something that doesn’t succumb to an algorithm – real books, actual newspapers, Sunday supplements and good TV dramas – so, have made it my, erm, perhaps ‘mission’ is a bit egocentric, my…. ‘goal’ for 2018 to enjoy these non-digital pursuits a little more and share them with you!

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How to: Make a Rainy, Sick Day Better {Sponsored}

It started on a murky, drizzly Wednesday morning in mid-January. The skies were grey, cosy Pjs were clad, Casper’s temperature was high and his nose was running an iron-man style marathon. He’d had a good night’s sleep, so while drowsy, he was still up for being entertained, toddler style! For a long time now we’d watched, re-watched and had the theme tune ear-worms of all the Casper friendly TV shows our subscriptions had to offer – and as pay day still loomed a couple of weeks away, buying my way out of what looked like another day of Paw Patrol series 1 bingeing wasn’t an option!

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Show Us Your Drawers! With Breville #HomeHeroes {Sponsored}

It’s at this time of year, when the mass clear-outs start that it becomes apparent just how much stuff we have! Stuff we don’t need, want, use or even remember owning! I like to consider myself pretty ruthless when it comes to throwing stuff out, donating it to the charity shop or sticking on eBay – to the point I don’t even keep sentimental, paintings/crafts etc from the kids, baby clothes or photographs! I’m an avid listener of The Minimalists’ podcast and went as far as to watch their film. But, when Breville challenged me, as part of their #HomeHeroes ambassadorship, to riffle through my drawers and dig out the kitchen gadgets I don’t actually use – I was surprised to see that I was clearly suffering from clutter-denial! From the back of our drawers I salvaged the spiralizer from my “of course courgettie tastes great kids! It’s just like spaghetti!” phase (it is not like spaghetti!!); a zester, used once for a lemon drizzle cake (I am not a baker but the cake was very lemon-y!!); a personalised, silver Marmite lid; a ‘too posh to use’ chopping board  and, an apple slicer/corer (what’s wrong with a bloomin’ knife?!) – amongst other defunct kitchen gizmos.

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The Great Xbox Embargo

It’s become known as the day I thought they’d finally turn on me, that my own children would want to stab me in the eye with their overpriced, scented Smiggle pencils. T’was the first Saturday of the Christmas holidays, which may explain my naive, fuzzy optimism getting out of hand, however, ‘shouty mummy’ had already reared her scary head and unleashed the fury of a thousand toddlers denied “choc-choc”! I’d heard enough shouting “replenish my health” down headsets/into the next room/to the brother sitting 67cm away to last me a parental life time (thankfully shorter than the average due to Xbox induced stress levels and general sleep deprivation – there’s 3 parental years to the standard singleton year!); been told “…but I’m in a game!” like it was the answer to every possible request I could make of my children and seen the cherubic faces of my offspring for a whole 13.5 minutes (while they scoffed vital food supplies) in an 8 hour period.

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How to Make A Perfect Cup of Tea with Breville Home Heroes {Sponsored}

My obsession with a morning tea in bed begun when I was just 6 and, didn’t even like tea. Staying with my Great-Nanny Flo, every morning her doily-clad teas-maid would ping its tinny alarm to notify her that the morning could begin thanks to a somewhat stewed, chlorine-y brew – but a brew none-the-less. Fast forward 25 (odd!) years, and not only did I start drinking tea during my first pregnancy, it’s so deeply ingrained in my (morning) routine that it’s almost a part of me. I’m also known for not being a morning person, so, in order to rouse me from my dribbling slumber without being subjected to the wrath of “you’re burning my bloody retinas” as he opens the blinds, Mr OG comes armed with a steamy cuppa to placate my morning dragon rage.

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