Monday, 30 May 2016

Real Smart Place About Town, Neighbourhood


I was asked along to a brunch event a few weeks ago, in town (Manchester), to Neighbourhood, so along I went with my work pal. 
Bellini before noon? Why not! 


Now I've been to Neighbourhood before with my PA Network Group, for drinks and was impressed then how they dealt with such a large group of us.  The drinks then were served so nicely, with a real personable service.  I noted that I really liked the place and if I was that way about town would defo go in for drinks. 

I have to say, I'd never thought about Neighbourhood for food, which is funny as I know it's a restaurant.  I'm glad I had my eyes opened. 

So we arrived to a great big party it seemed, it was busy for a lunchtime do.  Bellini on arrival, "Yes please".   We went through from the bar to the seated restaurant, and the decor was a winner with me, done out so individually and bespoke.  I was so surprised when speaking to the manager later that they're to close for refurbishment, I hope they go forward in the same careful arty styling.  

We were served a few courses of gorgeous breakfast/lunch (or brunch if you like), including a favourite of mine, Eggs Benedict.   Now as you know I'm the worse food blogger, I eat my food as it arrives and think about photos later!  As it goes though my pal is less greedy than me and snapped away, hence we have food pics #Rejoice 

Now that's a poached egg! 


American Breakfast 
A chap, the manager came round and was such a love, not sure how this come up but it seems prior to his Neighbourhood career he was an ear doctor!    It's nice to chat to people who care about a. where they work and b. take a pride in making a good job of it.  Neighbourhood should be put up there as a top restaurant in town, it isn't a big chain, like Strada or such like.  It's a family run independent business.  It's slick, stylish and you're made to feel important by the staff and servers.  

For my birthday just passed, I had a good mind to go for my meal out, I put the hinters out to Mr. C, he tried to book but discovered it was closed for refurb.  I can't wait to head back to see how they've done the place out.  

xx Emma-Lou 

I don't do food photos, but can be counted on for a good teapot shot!  


Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Breastfeeding - a funny story

I was lucky with both my babies, they breastfed with no real problems, THANK GOD for Lansinoh mind.  I did have one small dilemma early days.  

After the birth of our girl, getting home we had the usual bombardment of visitors. One evening in the first week, after a day of visitors and health visitors and emergency trips to the chemist (for already mentioned miracle breast cream).  We'd settled for the evening, was just to give baby her last feed before attempting to put her down.  So, baby latched on, a relax from me, let down of the milk and a a little knock on the door.... 

Bloody hell who could that be, we peep out of the window and it's my lovely in-laws, the doting grand-parents.  Now as it goes when I got further into my breast feeding career I was less bothered about where I fed and who might be around.  But then I was nervous about it, and knew my FIL would be mostly horrified.  So, I grumbled to Mr. C to organise the hospitality and I headed to the bedroom to carry on feeding. Back then we lived in a flat, so from the bedroom, I could hear them moving round, we were to clink some fizzy wine and toast the new baby. 

So with baby fed and my boobies safely stowed away, I joined them to toast our lovely first born.  Glasses filled, clink-clink 'Congratulations, she's gorgeous', when suddenly shock horror, I glance at my FIL, he's only using one of my breast pads as a coaster!  

I wasn't expecting visitors, I'd just whipped them out on the coffee table.  I can still see in my mindseye, Bern (the FIL) having to hold down the soggy breastpad as it kept sticking to the bottom of his wine glass. 

As it goes, I had lots of breastpads over, reckon they just went into landfill, in today's sustainable conscious times perhaps I should have used them as disposable coasters? 

xx Emma-Lou 






Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Verdict... Guilty

The other day our Willow got a rash, it was an angry sort of rash, made worse by Willow itching himself raw.  Funny thing, Willow diagnosed himself with, 'itchma'. Anyhow it got worse throughout the evening, so I rang out of hours, they squeezed him into 'GoDoc' at the hospital.  To state here, the National Health Service in this country is fantastic, if you need medical advice/reassurance/treatment, how lucky we are that it's so FREELY available.  So it turns out, it's an eczema allergy type thing, caused by new jumpers, that #BadMa didn't wash before putting them on. 

#Obvs when the kids are poorly; it's all about me, I started to feel so guilty. It's ridiculous, but the more I mulled it over, the more guilt came over me.  It had to be my fault, Lizzy has never had eczema, why would she I breastfed her for miles longer than Willow.  With m'laddo I gave up the minute he turned 26 weeks (the bugger was a biter, and had top and bottom teeth).  Over the coming days, whenever I put the steroid cream on his little arms, I had a tear in my eye thinking 'This is my fault this is'.  It isn't really, eczema - it's just a childhood thing, but the pressure we mothers put on ourselves.  I don't remember feelings of such inappropriate guilt before the kids came along.  It's like when your newborn is put in your arms, you immediately start with the self inflicted guilt-trip! 

When I was on my first mat leave, I felt guilty because I had to go back to work, how could I leave my baby to fend for herself in a private nursery?  Five years later, second baby  I felt guilty because I was desperate to go back to work, I counted down the days for when I could abandon my child to paid childcare!   

     I feel guilty that my kids have happy meals 
     I feel guilty that some days I countdown the minutes till they're in bed
     I feel guilty that sometimes I'm not really listening to them
     I feel guilty that they still share a room
     I feel guilty that I don't push the veg more than I should
     I feel guilty at the sheer number of late tickets they get
     I feel guilty with my poor effort on dress up days 
     I feel guilty that I don't help out more at School 
     I feel guilty that I don't really want to help out at School 
     I feel guilty that I don't take them swimming enough 
     I feel guilty that I let them have chocolate brioche for breakfast on school days
     I feel guilty when I shout at them simply because I'm feeling a bit moody... 
           I really could go on...

The main charges against me - 

Biscuit giving, I distract Willow with biscuits, so I can faff round on FB without disturbance - GUILTY 

Abandonment - I only go to the gym/run/bootcamp to get away from my family - GUILTY 

Bribery - I drop Lizzy a bung if she sees to Willow in the morning (set him up on YouTube and give him a cereal bar) - GUILTY 

Perhaps I am guilty as charged..... send her down.... 

xx Emma-Lou