Author: Grenglish

Beautiful Naxos

We went back to the Greek island of Naxos this summer and it was just as beautiful as we remembered. We stayed in the beach resort of Plaka again and with its white sand, crystal clear waters and local tavernas set just back from the beach, it’s no wonder that Naxos really has become our happy place. The island is set in the South Aegean and is the largest of the Cyclades group, however, it is not the most straightforward place to get to. This year, we flew from London to Mykonos and then took a boat to Naxos. Our route was planned, our tickets booked months in advance and we had arranged to meet friends for dinner on the beach later that afternoon so, of course, our flight was delayed. Best laid plans and all that… After circling Mykonos for a while, we finally landed with 1-hour to spare before our connecting boat was due to depart. As we stood in the queue at passport control I could feel the Greek God(zilla) getting a bit …

Ugly

When I was a teenager, or perhaps even in my early twenties, I was invited to a friend’s house party on a Saturday night, as was quite the norm back then. This was before ‘house’ was used to describe a style of music played loudly by DJs in clubs and instead it usually meant your friend’s parents were away and you were being invited over to help empty the family booze cabinet. Music – unless you were lucky enough to be mates with a budding DJ with his/her own set of decks – would play from a home stereo, or we’d just listen to the radio at full volume. I attended many of these parties in the first 5/6 years or so after I left school and they were all pretty much the same. We’d drink cheap white wine and dance to Duran Duran, Ace of Bass and Oasis. Sometimes, we’d get off with a boy we fancied in the corner, or sometimes the boy we fancied got off with someone else in the corner …

Back to Basics

I’ve been thinking about this blog a lot recently. It has been woefully neglected this year and while part of the reason for this is because my attentions have been elsewhere – dips, work and various home improvement projects – I have also lost my way with blogging a little bit. When I first started writing Grenglish it was as a way to record stories from my son’s early years that I could eventually print out for him to keep. After a while, I found a community of other parents doing the same thing and we all supported each other, commented on and shared each other’s ramblings. At some point, I became a ‘blogger’ and all that entailed. I was writing sponsored posts – not loads – but a few here and there to support my accessories habit. I attended blogging events and was even shortlisted for a couple of blogging awards. I turned my hobby into something more and I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that blogging has changed my …

The End of Dry January

I’d never considered giving Dry January a go before, but this year I couldn’t wait to get started. Maybe it was because we got stuck into the Christmas spirit a little earlier than usual, or just that my body – now in its forth decade – has finally accepted its limits and was begging for a month off the Prosecco. Either way, I was in the zone and ready to be alcohol free for 30-days! I didn’t do anything to prepare myself for the long weeks ahead. I did not banish wine from the house or pour good bottles of Chablis down the sink. I left everything exactly the way it was. Everyone told me that the first few days would be the hardest, but they passed without so much as a flicker at the wine rack. We had people over for drinks and I happily filled their glasses with wine while I sipped on my fizzy water. I went to my brother’s birthday lunch and we all had a nice cup of tea! I even enjoyed a sober night out in …

The Courgette

While many couples may get into a debate over whose turn it is to have control of the remote, go out on a Friday night or sleep in on a Sunday morning, it is more unusual for a couple to argue over who gets to do the supermarket shop. Yet, this is the predicament I have recently found myself in. When the Greek God(zilla) and I were both working full-time, the weekly food shop was something that we did online and it was delivered on Saturday mornings. When I left my office job and started working from home, I suddenly had much more time to wander the supermarket aisles in search of good deals. This was usually on a Wednesday when I wanted to avoid our cleaner so that she wouldn’t judge me for being at home all day while she scrubbed my toilet. I got into a routine and it worked really well for us. I would menu plan in advance and add ingredients to a running shopping list. When we were close to running out of something I would add said item to the list so that I’d remember to buy …