I recently wrote about the reality of breaking-up - the chore of untagging yourself from endless holiday photos and figuring out who should get custody of the pug-patterned oven gloves (me) and the toaster (also me). But once the initial crappery of the situation has passed, the time comes to face the world again and… Continue reading I Do … (want dessert)
Girls Think I'm Funny The Quarter Life Crisis wouldn't be complete without a messy break-up - followed by tears, cocktails, wine, more cocktails, therapy and an unwelcome appreciation for Celine Dion. While the world is full of pressure to meet the 'one' (the one who won't blue tick you on WhatsApp), if something isn't right… Continue reading Stop interrupting my grinding
Girls Think I'm Funny Has anyone else noticed that their social media feeds and TV channels are clogged up with people telling us to do more with food than just eat it? While I'm busy ordering Deliveroo to cure my hangover, foodies galore are telling me how to cook the perfect asparagus brunch and then… Continue reading Ready, Steady, wait until the smoke alarm goes off and you know it’s cooked
The Midult Now I'm in my mid 20s, inflatable climbing walls and slides that make you scream are just childhood memories. No, now it's all, oh..... inflatable climbing walls and slides that make you scream. Thanks to the UK's first indoor inflatable theme park, it's now acceptable to chill in a ball pool on a… Continue reading Don’t mind me, I’m just off to the inflatable theme park.
If there's one piece of advice I've been given during the Quarter Life Crisis it's 'eat well and look after yourself'. Apparently, in an era of quinoa cravings and avocado addictions, there's never been a better time to embrace the fun of a health food fad (that's dairy and gluten free fun, obviously). But behind… Continue reading Deliciously ‘sh*t I read the recipe wrong’
My Nana’s love for a drink has been the centre of our family entertainment for years. From cracking open the Sherry at 11am to tipsy mother-in-law antics, family get togethers where my Nana and the bar were concerned were filled with quick wit, toe curling inappropriateness and a lot of apologies to handsome foreign waiters.… Continue reading Nana’s last words: “pay the bar bill on your way out”