Oh, helloo! (In my best Mrs Doubtfire voice! You can hear it too, right?) 😂 It's been a while. And yet no time at all. I hope this blog post finds everyone healthy, safe and semi-sane! I hope your cupboards are stacked full with wine, your fridge is crammed with delicious treats, your lounge wear … Continue reading Times Like These
Table for one, please.
Today, I just want to curl up in bed. I'm on the tram aimlessly scrolling through Instagram to take my mind off the fact I'm heading into work. It's a beautiful, crisp morning and my new pom pom hat provides a perfect cushion for me to rest my weary head against the wet, cold window. … Continue reading Table for one, please.
A letter to my 21 year old self
With every passing year, my dear Mum is extremely prone to beautiful, profound and heartfelt messages about how extraordinary life is while also gently reminding me that it moves incredibly fast... blink, and you might just miss it. I have to admit, I didn't always believe her when I was a fresh-faced 21-year-old, I always … Continue reading A letter to my 21 year old self
The great Scottish escape
Let's face it. Sometimes life can get pretty hectic. If you're lucky, you manage to find a seat on the early morning bus or train into work after scrambling desperately for a seat. It's regularly crammed with empty crisp packets and sleepy commuters, who have their heads burried deep into an IPhone, carrying a strong, … Continue reading The great Scottish escape
Not for the faint hearted
What makes your blood turn cold? Is there anything that makes you want to curl up in bed and never leave? Even if it means missing out on that drama filled episode of Love Island? 🙈 (I know, serious stuff, right?) I get the fear when I look at my vastly declining bank account on … Continue reading Not for the faint hearted
Move over, January blues
January. Here again, are we? Where did you come from? And what did you do to the jolly old me I knew just a few weeks ago? I know I'm not the only one out there who has inevitably drained the Prosecco pool dry, consumed every last chocolate crumb and shovelled every last existing morsel … Continue reading Move over, January blues
No waiting dating
In my mind, when someone utters the taboo words ‘speed dating’ I tend to envisage a very formal bar, laden with cocktails and canapés, filled with men and women who have turned up straight from work with pristine shirts and immaculate hair, coyly trying to suss each other out from across the room. It might … Continue reading No waiting dating