The Lavender House: My Favourite Cafe In Bromley

I probably don’t talk about it enough, but I *heart* my local area. Bromley is such a brilliant place to live – in my 20s, I loved it because it has fab shops and it’s only 20/30 minutes from Central London by train (last train home is 00.48 meaning PLENTY time for drinking wine in Soho pubs after work). Now I have a family, I see it through different eyes. It’s a safe area, there are excellent schools, an abundance of child-friendly restaurants, an ace leisure centre and plenty of baby groups and classes.

One of my favourite things about Bromley is a little cafe called The Lavender House on Plaistow Lane. Everything from its bright purple exterior, to the garden area, to the warmth you feel as you walk inside is welcoming.

The Lavender House, Bromley

Lavender House

We probably go to The Lavender House at least once a fortnight – the four-year-old loves the kids’ lunch boxes and the big basket of books and toys at the back of the cafe. Owner Niki is so friendly – she knows all the regulars and always makes time to chat, no matter how busy the cafe is. The decor is modern-country-cottage with wooden floorboards and floral bunting.

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But as well as how child-friendly The Lavender House is (see the high chair in the photo above and there are crayons and colouring sheets on the dresser) the food is fantastic. It’s really hard to pop in for a coffee and not buy one of their cakes. They recently started opening on a Sunday, serving brunch and I’m not even lying when I say the eggs benedict is the nicest I’ve ever tasted. And I’ve tasted a lot of eggs benedict….

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Making A Healthy Packed Lunch

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Is it just me who worries all the time that their child isn’t eating the right foods? I mean, I think we’re doing OK – she eats fruit and vegetables (even if it is in small quantities) but if we ever ask her what she’d like for lunch, her reply is “Chicken nuggets, chips and ice cream”.

What is it with kids and chicken nuggets!

So to balance out the nuggets, we take a packed lunch box on days out, and fill it with a mix of food:

  • A wholemeal bread sandwich (usually ham or cheese)
  • Cherry tomatoes
  • Yogurt
  • Grapes / apple / raisins
  • Water or Vita Coco Kids drink

Left to her own devices, the four-year-old would eat the yogurt and fruit, but leave everything else. So we have a little tactic where we ask her to take a bite of each thing, in turn. A bite of sandwich, a tomato, a drink of water, a grape and so on. She thinks it’s a game, and we feel relieved that she’s getting a mix of nutrients.

Tombola recently asked me to write about our packed lunches over on their website – take a look and read about some other mums’ packed lunch tips too.

What do you put in your child’s packed lunch and how to you coax them into eating the healthy stuff?

Thanks to Tombola for commissioning this post. For details on how I work with brands, see my Work With Me page.

JOMO: The Joy Of Missing Out

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Do you know what I love? I love my sofa and Netflix. I love working from bed with a cuppa. I love having a glass of wine and then an early night.

I’m all for having a night out with friends – sharing a few cocktails and catching up on each other’s lives – but sometimes saying “No” to that night out invitation feels GOOD. I’m all about balance these days, and balancing off the fun socialising with the quieter moments at home is important.

I had no idea that this has a name, until I spotted a few people share this image on Instagram last week…

JOMO: the joy of missing out

So if our 20s are all about FOMO (the fear of missing out) then our 30s are surely about JOMO. And doesn’t it feel nice?

FOMO sees us saying yes to every night out invitation – imagine if we said no and then it ended up being that EPIC night out that people talk about for years afterwards. “Do you remember when we danced at that bar until 3am and then carried on at my flat and ended up playing strip poker at 6am?” No, because I wasn’t there. “Oh.”

JOMO sees us saying no to night out invitations because actually our sofa is so bloody comfy, and we’d only have to wear clothes that aren’t our PJs if we went out, and mmmm we have that bottle of nice wine in the fridge.

FOMO means we go out when when we’re knackered – third night out on the trot? No problem. I’ll just catch up on sleep at the weekend.

JOMO means catching up on the fun at the weekend. By which time, we’ll have had all the sleep we need, thank you very much.

FOMO means if we really can’t get to something that all our friends are at, we sit on Facebook and Twitter seething with envy that we’re not there.

JOMO means preferring to follow an event on social media because, well, if we were there, we’d only have to speak to people, wouldn’t we? That’s just so much effort.

JOMO, I think I love you.

 

Image: DTTSP/Instagram

A Little Pampering

I’m the first to admit I love being pampered. If given the choice between:

a) Going to watch a football match

b) Going to a nice spa

It would be B every time. I kind of hate myself for being that female stereotype but while Mr P watches F1 (his TV sport of choice) I will usually take myself off for a bath. You know the score: bubbles, a Jo Malone candle, Radio 2 playing and a scroll through Twitter to see what 998 of my closest friends are up to. (FYI I rarely admit to being in the bath while on social media – people picturing me naked isn’t good for them and it isn’t good for me)

In the same way that I encourage my four-year-old daughter to play football and play with train sets, I kind of wish I was into watching sport. Just so I could be all YEAH screw you stereotypes. I’m a feminist and I like sport.

But actually, I’m a feminist who doesn’t particularly enjoy playing or watching sport and that’s OK (ooh apart from when Wimbledon is on, but everyone watches that, don’t they? And it’s a good excuse to eat strawberries and cream.)

It doesn’t mean I’m any less of a feminist. I can still desire equality and turn my nose up at football. I can teach my daughter that she can be a scientist or an engineer, and still love to be pampered.

So when Betfair offered to send me a package from Pamper Parcels to use while Mr P is watching sport, I kind of hated myself for getting a bit excited. That hatred was short-lived though, when this package arrived…

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A beautiful wooden box with a lid that slides off to reveal a whole array of goodies. Chocolate, an Aroma Works scented candle (“It smells like Thai food” said Mr P, when he sniffed the lemongrass scent), a bath bomb, Burts Bees lip balm, shower gel, body cream, posh biscuits, even posher popcorn – loads of gorgeous bits.

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A Heavenly Week With The Family At Beaches Turks & Caicos Resort Villages & Spa

Review of Beaches Turks and Caicos

A couple of months ago, I’d never heard of Beaches. I’d heard of the parent company Sandals (everyone has heard of them and those romantic couples holidays, right?) But I had no idea the same company also has three resorts, aimed at everyone, called Beaches. Fast forward to now, and not only have I been on a Beaches holiday but it’s safe to say, I’ve had one of the best holidays of my life at a Beaches resort.

I recently spent a week at the Beaches Turks & Caicos Resort Village & Spa with Mr P and the four-year-old. All three of us loved it and we’d thoroughly recommend it to any family. Here’s why…

Who we went with

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having lunch in one of the pizza restaurants

Our travel buddies were Katie, Mr E, Mads and LL – better known as the family from Mummy, Daddy And Me Makes Three. I work with Katie on family travel blog Space In Your Case, and we were both invited by Beaches to stay at their Turks & Caicos resort. (You should have SEEN us dance around when we received the email. We were at the Clarks press day and Katie actually did a lap of the room.)

The four-year-old loved having two little play buddies for the week, and Mr P and Mr E got on well too. Thankfully. Would have been a bit awkward, otherwise. You can read what Katie had to say about our stay here and here (and watch her fab videos.)

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How we got there

We flew from Heathrow to Miami (just under ten hours) with American Airlines, then after a four hour wait in Miami Airport, we hopped on a short American Airlines flight (1 hr 20) to Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos Islands. The journey was thankfully smooth and all of the kids coped so well with the long day. Before we went, I was genuinely a bit stressed about the flight, wondering how I’d possibly entertain my four-year-old for ten hours (never mind the five hours after that). I didn’t like to go on about it at the time, for fear of getting lots of “Oh poor YOU, worried about how you’ll cope on the long journey to the CARIBBEAN” responses, but I was genuinely worried.

So it was such a relief to find the journey was actually fine. It’s six years since I’ve done a transatlantic flight and in that time, I’m amazed at how in-flight entertainment has improved. We had a touch screen TV with dozens of movies and TV shows to choose from. The four-year-old watched Frozen, Tangled, a few episodes of Sofia the First and listened to a Disney music album. We also each had a plug socket and USB socket too, meaning we could charge iPhones and iPads. Such a brilliant feature when you’re on a long flight and might lose power.

By the time we got to Miami Airport, the girls were as thick as thieves, running around together and playing games on the iPad. Only fighting a little bit (ahem) over whose turn it was.

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a couple of iPhone snaps i took of Mads and the four-year-old at Miami Airport

When we got to Providenciales, the kids had been awake for 22 hours so I think they deserve a medal for being so brilliant. There wasn’t a medal waiting at the airport, but there was a chauffeur driven car which whisked us away on the 15 minute drive to the Beaches resort, and as we got out of the car, we were given a cold wet flannel and welcome drink. They sure know how to make a weary traveller feel happy….

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