Liverpool Love....

I'm sorry Newcastle I'm having an affair. 

I'm in love with a different City called Liverpool. 

I have heard many times people waxing lyrical about this city and often heard it being called Newcastle's twin because Liverpudlians much like Geordie's are friendly and like a good night out. I have however up until now never been. So when the husband had an impromptu business trip stretching over the weekend and I'm technically his secretary I was delighted. So hubs set off on the Wednesday and I booked my train, again blown away at how expensive it was to meet him on Saturday and drive back on Sunday, so the deal was done. Once again the cavalierly were called a time share between our Nanny Lauren and  GG and Hawkeye (my grandparents) with bless him my Grandad insisting he come at 6am to pick up the brothers grim so I could get to Liverpool asap. While I was delighted at first I hadn't comprehended what it would take to have my house nipping, me and two children all packed up and dressed by that time in the morning but a child free day in mind works wonders.

Hawkeye was laughing at my uber organisation for the boys!

Nothing Chocolate cant make better...

At first there was going to be some form of work and scribing for me to do but upon arrival the firm the husband was working with had provided not one but two assistants and he needed to work the full day now not just a few hours poor thing.....but what's that? A day without kids and a husband...In a city known for shopping. Major fist pump going on. So after meeting the hubs for a quick coffee break, swopping of the hotel room key and being given directions...I know its like a bad one night stand at this point ha ha. Anyway I checked into the lovely Hotel Indigo in L3, which is in a great location for the shops and more importantly the bars, it also has a Marco Pierre White restaurant downstairs. Where I saw some lovely afternoon teas and cocktail going on...the shops were calling me though. I headed off at full speed to the "high street" not having an actual clue where I was going but it didn't matter as I hit a huge Zara within minutes and that was me happy. The first thing I noticed apart from how smart the town centre is, that girls walk around totally glam with a full head of rollers in. I'm told its completely normal and essential for the right hurrrr doo that night....I would just be worried that I would do it all then change my mind when my Pjs and Netflicks looked more temping on a Saturday night!


I cant remember the last time I had a shopping trip on my own, not even a friend who you feel conscious not to try on to many things and take appropriate refreshment breaks. Just me and thee though was realllly nice, to do exactly what I like it, I had forgotten how nice it is. So I pottered around, tried not to spend a mortgage payment in a 3 storey Paperchase....oh.my.werd. I went for Sushi, got a new outfit for that night, had my nails done, got lost in a make up hall and had to have a Nutella crepe...naturally. I'm not going to lie shopping is hard work and after my 5am start I was pooped so back to the hotel for a few pre-drinks and a pamper before the night ahead. The firm that the husband was working with sorted us out with some plans and managed to get us in for drinks at The Panoramic which is an incredible bar/restaurant 34 floors up in the air, so it has amazing views of the city and no wonder there is a 3 month waiting list but us lucky ducks, its not what you know its who you know. We went zooming up in the elevator which I'm not going to lie I wasn't too keen on but 5 Porn Star Martinis later and I was all good.

When in Rome!

New playsuit with a skirt!


We then went to honestly one of the best restaurants I have ever been too and I'm trying to hunt something similar down in the Toon. Its called Fazenda and is Brazilian food. They have this incredible help your self buffet of salads, tapas, rice, black eyed beans...very important. The incredible bit though is the waiters coming round with swords of different meats to try, they just carve bits off at your table...think the best kebab you ever had. You are given this card, red on one side and green on the other so if you need a break flip it to red but if you want more green for go. I'm not a huge meat eater but it really was some of the nicest fillet steak and spicy lamb (to name a few) I've ever eaten. All washed down with a bottle of Malbec...I cant even remember getting to bed. This also then makes you feel like you have an axe in your head at 6am just in case you were wondering. The poor hubs had to get back to work for a couple more hours so I had a lovely lie in, hit my drug stash and was under strict instructions to buy him some new tops....um ok!!

Pissed lift selfie...obvs

After a scolding shower I hit the streets again, I was given a tip by an instagram follower to go for brekkie at "Moose Coffee" which would you believe was only in the next street? I love serendipitous moments like this because it could have literally been anywhere in Liverpool or surrounding areas but no, just there. True to form there was as pre warned "A que but worth the wait" It was raining so it wasn't too big and table for one only took 10 minutes, apparently it can be 2hrs. After stepping into the Brooklyn loft style cafe and viewing the menu, I could certainly see why. I had to stop myself snatching nibbles of other passing plates. Let me just say that Breakfast food is my total fav thing in the world and this was like heaven. From Burritos, Waffles, to Bagels, all incredible. I wouldn't be me if I didn't go for pancakes though and went from the special...which the title didn't let down on. American pancakes with Peanut Butter, Chocolate, oranges and pralines.....HEAVEN! Baring in mind I had a hangover so honestly demolished the lot mmmm. After a shopping wrecky for the hubs it was time to get on the road home and I literally couldn't wait to give my boys a cwutch, get a hot bath and my own bed.

Serious situation!

Queuing in the rain?

Holy Moly!


I will definitely be returning asap though...I'm thinking girls weekend though next time. 

Ash xox    


Breaking Dad.....

I have a secret. Its sick and I know its wrong But it makes me feel better. I want my husband to suffer....Now I don't mean forms of torture, well not really but I do want him to feel just a 10th of the the stress I feel from OUR children. I always say that if Reincarnation exists I'm coming back as a Dad because its 0 stress 100% fun..... but its true. Dads have it so easy compared to us Mums, whose head is more like a constant Google search of things to do, think about, worry about, worry a bit more about and then actual do.;they literally have no idea. He's not a bad person, in fact he's a bloody fantastic Dad, adoring and hands on (who escapes to work daily) but he just doesn't understand why I'm ageing faster than a peeled banana and why I'm perpetually about to "Do the Roar" out of Shrek. I can tell he thinks I'm crazy at 6pm when I launch the kids at him crying - sometimes I'm joining them- before he even has time to get out of the car. He finds it hard to understand why I'm threatening to pull an actual chunk of my hair out for even thinking he can go to the gym before bedtime.....and for this He.must.pay.

Lets start with the pregnancy and labour. 
It started off all good, back when we were well rested, free time drenched morons who both wanted a baby, but it escalated quickly from the minute 2 lines popped blue. I'm not quite sure how this came about that when 2 people would like a child but only one person quits a whole list of things they like to drink and eat, throws up in the middle of Asda...twice, gets stretch marks, generally turns your body into a bit of elastic that never really went back...or maybe play doh that was completely reshaped with bits added. Yeah so while standing at a wedding looking like a planet, after 9mths solid of NO drinking its surprising I wasn't more sympathetic when my husband was winging he couldn't have a "A few more pints" in case I went into labour...sorry my bad. I had Oscar the next day as well, probably to spite him. Also why does only one person have to have a suspicion they maybe dying, then go through hours of feeling like all your bones were being slowly broken and then to get sweet relief split your genitals wide open to meet the little bundle of joy that is both yours but apparently looks only like him?! I cringe when couples say "Were Pregnant" while hes knocking back a bottle of Merlot with a Brie toastie...bitch please! I still often sit and wonder how many Dads have almost died from i phone playing and complaints of their own hunger during child labour?... NO idea.

Moving onto the rest of their lives. After a full day with my boys where I have taken several hours to build up to this level of wild eye crazy and may have drank a gulp of Pinot straight out of the fridge door...before 5pm. I cant tell you the pleasure it gives me when after just 15 minutes of Daddy coming in and being crawled over, having an audience on the toilet, asked 100 questions, being covered in stickness and "Daddddy" on repeat he caves and asks "Is it bedtime yet?" AT last I'm not alone or a horrible Mother for looking forward to bedtime so much, its not just me, this really must be a form of torture. Birthday party's are no better, why Dads think that Mums thrive on a room full of screaming kids is beyond me. Its no better for us, we don't know any other parents either! Also have you noticed when a Dad ever comes alone to one of those things, for a start its "A huge favour but I can now go drinking all day tomorrow for the match" (Swear to god word for word I heard that once) and its also "Well My wife has bad food poisoning so I've HAD to come" ...oh YOU poor thing. Then a gaggle of Mums proceed to fuss about him giving him a cuppa and a biscuit...Neck massage? Can I also ask why when I do bath time I use the time to clean the bathroom, but when its Daddy's turn he sits on the toilet lid and catches up with his  Fifa game? Hobby's how many Mums have ones that take up to 10hrs on a Saturday....every weekend? #Rugby That's totally fine for Dads. Can you imagine though a Mum saying "I will be out most of Saturday just doing what I fancy... September - May" Doesn't happen, most my friends get earache if they have to WORK on the weekend and use Daddy Daycare. Which FYI is also classed as "Babysitting"...Its your child, Who the fuck are you babysitting for?!   

I cant even have a bath on my own any more.


Its the same when the weekend rolls around and the question that brings bile to my throat "What are we going to do today?"..this is from Daddy NOT the kids. I realise it will get better when the boys get a bit older as more options will open up but for now...5yrs... a (insane) 2yr old is not good company with most things, remember when Oscar licked the back of someone's head at the cinema?! Also being trapped in doors because of this awful weather the last few months has brought new meaning to the medieval phrase 'Surviving the Winter' I have been battleing the 'What to do' all week/year and when I ring Daddy just to sound off because I've got a child who is purple from crying but will no longer have a nap, we are both going stir crazy however cant do much in 59mins before the school run....when I will then have 2 children to entertain indoors and he says the word "Just". It could have anything behind it but that casual way in which my every problem can be solved with JUST "Going Swimming!" actually that's what is always behind it, swimming is the answer to everything where Dads are concerned. Why wouldn't it be, they don't have to get back in the shower and shave their entire body, they are not worried that said "reshaped plasticine body" giving a ghost a run its money body will make someone sick on the slide and they certainly don't have to think about getting their hair wet or having to spend an hour redoing it....when did life get so complicated?! Anyway the point is I want to stab him when he says JUST, so again it gives me great pleasure when we have actually been swimming and to soft play and he realises the horror of its only 1pm "what now?!"....yeah try it 24/7 babe.      

We have created these little darlings, brought them into the world voluntarily and with much excitement, but the problem is and I don't care how patronising I sound "You CANT possibly know what its like until you have children" and if its not for you tough luck, its not a dentist appointment you can cancel or a Dog you can return. So this is it nightly wake up calls, 5am rising, showers and toilet breaks are debatable, tantrums, noise, relentless mess, louder noise, sick in your hair, bedtime showdowns, broken...everything and a not a spec of your life is yours any more. Its kind of like having an arm that isn't attached to you, you cant control it, but you feel all its pain and even when your not with it you cant stop thinking about it; usually with guilt. BUT why is most of this guilt mine? I'm not going to lie I might have stocked the kids up on sweets before Daddy has taken them out for a few hours...just to feel the full hedonistic/aneurysm effect for his benefit obviously. In fact I'm mildly disappointed on the rare occasion he goes to the supermarket with them and he doesn't look like he might cry on return. He once made the mistake of after glancing round our trashed house (always) and uttering "What have you done all day?" He still has the scars, but recently when I went away for the night upon my return the house looked like they had been playing Jumanji?! You can imagine my out right glee when he took the boys to the allotment this weekend and while painting the fence he left a tin of gloss open...ha haaaa obviously Oscar immediately put 2 hands up to the elbow straight in the tin...then while Daddy was cleaning it up he let our 10 chickens out their coop. 

Then just when I fear I may never actually break him he occasionally mutters
..."I don't know how you do it".

Ash xox     


Death by Chocolate. #EasterInspiration.

I'm a Chocoholic and couldn't give up chocolate if I tried even just for Lent so I've complied a few of my most Death by chocolate recipes ...warning there is A LOT of Nutella involved and its just in time for Easter. 

First up is the most Chocoholic cake ever and in the 
blog hall of fame. 

Next up is Easter in a brownie. For this follow the below recipe but omit Peanut butter and M and M's. Just before putting it in the oven chop 5 Creme Eggs in half and nestle in the batter. 

Next a recent entry...as in yesterday. Fab fab fabbb.

Another firm favourite and slightly more healthy. 

Finally the ultimate cupcake.

Hope you have a fabulous Easter, and enjoy!

Ash xox


Giant Cookie! #recipe

If you follow the blog you know I bake A LOT but our favs are all a bit worn out and I wanted to try something new. I'm not much of a cookie fan, they always in my opinion look more appetising than they are, think dried out packets of Maryland. Ever since Texas though I have had the worst craving for these home made cookies they bake fresh at the Supermarket called HEB. I was tempted into them by a crafty sample and honestly went straight on my top 10 food list.