I'm curled up on the sofa at my parents' and I've spent the whole day in my PJs. The Christmas tree is twinkling and the living room is super cosy. It's odd isn't it? This week between Christmas and New Year. No-one knows which day of the week it is. Our New Year's resolutions don't … Continue reading Week Zero
I hoped I'd be writing this at 3 o clock in the afternoon, curled up with a cuppa and feeling triumphant. Instead, it's quarter to eight, dinner is nearly ready (thank goodness) and I'm completely and utterly cream crackered. We left the flat at 8am yesterday morning, Ikea bound. We were there when it opened … Continue reading Week One
Week four of 2019 began, for all of us, with Blue Monday. On Blue Monday, I felt surprisingly yellow. I spent the tube journey smiling to myself like a fool. I was determined not to let the whole 'Blue Monday' label convince me that it was going to be a difficult day. After all, I did … Continue reading Week Four
This time one week ago, I was in Paris with one of my bestest friends. I think it was Sunday night that we spent up at Montmartre admiring Le Sacre Coeur. We found a fantastic restaurant to have dinner, where two men were playing guitars and the food was great. The French waiter convinced me … Continue reading Week Six
Monday morning I rolled over to grab the tv remote, turned on the news and snoozed for ten minutes. I rolled out of bed and into the shower. I didn't have time for a cuppa (because of the snooze - so worth it on a Monday morning) and I headed straight to the station once … Continue reading Week Nine
About this time last week I was stood in the middle of a nearby field, with my Mum, in a state of complete and utter panic, having walked for an hour or so (in circles) and having lost all sense of direction. I was absolutely convinced we'd ended up miles away from home and I … Continue reading Week Eleven
Hoorayyy. As week fourteen draws to a close I cannot help smiling. I'm off to see my Dad and my sister as soon as I've hit publish and I'm so looking forward to a roast dinner. It's been a busy few weeks and I've made so many amazing memories. In the true spirit of chapter … Continue reading Week Fourteen
I'm wearing my sunny day t-shirt (under my biggest fluffy jumper because it's chilly despite the sunshine) with my oldest, comfiest jeans. I'm munching on Bitsa Wispa in an attempt to satisfy the sweet tooth I've woken up with. I'm smiling because sunny Sundays are my favourite thing and I've already had three cups of … Continue reading Week Fifteen
I should really be studying. I've just collapsed this weekend. I've had no plans at all and usually I'd be hating life. Sitting doing nothing would be giving me way too much time to think on things and I'd be going stir crazy faster than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidoscious. This weekend I clearly just needed … Continue reading Week Nineteen
It's late in the day for a blog post, I know. As the weekend comes to an end, I'm feeling particularly melancholy and blogging always makes me feel chirpier, so here we are. It feels like Sunday evening came around very quickly. It feels like only a few minutes ago, I was rolling out of … Continue reading Week Twenty
Blogging goodbye to butterflies 