Reader, I bought it (and now I regret it)

It was only the other day, when I was online shopping-not-shopping, I somehow pressed the 'order now, have it tomorrow!' button. As it turns out, the power of persuasion really doesn't make your dreams comes true... But it does bring you an unnecessary and probably not environmentally sustainable fancy dress costume. Friend: "what have you... Continue Reading →

QLC to room 101 please

You know you're an adult when doctor appointments become less 'help me, I have a cold' and more 'welcome to the party, here are my organs'. *You should probably stop reading now if you're squeamish.* The Midult But there's definitely no room for shyness when you're having an MOT on your reproductive system. If you're... Continue Reading →

I Do … (want dessert)

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 →

Oops I did it again

Every year, like most people, I have a birthday. And every year, grateful to have made it through to the 'next round', I face the same battle between 'call me Beyoncé' and 'well this is embarrassing, let's pretend I'm not here and go back to our normal lives' If this year is anything to go... Continue Reading →

Stop interrupting my grinding

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 →

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now

There comes a point in adulthood when you feel the pressure to have grown up and become 'who you really are'. If I was destined to be a confused twenty-something with lactose intolerance, an abundance of Love Island references and a worrying obsession with unicorns then I'd say I'm living the dream. But what I... Continue Reading →

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