If I hear one more person say 'god, I just get so depressed at the end of the weekend', when in essence they've just got the hump that nothing decent is on after Dancing On Ice...
It feels like 1998 and I'm bloody loving it.
if you were to do a recce of my calorie intake over the last 8 days I'd qualify for World's Biggest Loser and give Rik Waller a run for his money.
"Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy being present' - said a yoga teacher, once. “Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy this feeling of truly being present’ It’s 7am, I was on a roof in Kings Cross and taking part in a summer solstice … Continue reading Oh hey, I’m here, but… I’m also kind of not.
You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.
It's truly been the summer of love for me and mine. I've not been oh so present on here because I fell down a very-prosecco-and-canapé heavy rabbit hole sometime in mid June and have only just emerged, two weddings to go, smelling of confetti and hotel rooms. It's that year of life, right? Everyone keeps … Continue reading Love is…
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.