An antiquated and absurd view that by thirty so much life shit should be order, and if it's not, put simply - we've fucked it.
I vow to stop spending my money going for drinks with people I deep down don't really enjoy the company of.
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.
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.