@Life

This gym shiz is alright.

June 13, 2017

I have become one of those. Yes, one of THOSE. That talks about the gym, their workouts and their food. Phil is doing his best to be supportive but I know inside he is doing major stink eye at me. I literally talk about my aching muscles daily. He’s a saint. A saint that’s screaming, SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN MUSCLES, on the inside. I imagine it’s like living with one of those Crossfit fanatics. Ugh. Continue Reading

@Creative

Even more books I’ve read

June 5, 2017

I’ve realised this year how much I fucking love reading. If I had a profile on Tinder it would say; Hobbies: reading & wine. Preferably together. In fact my reading list contains 342 books, I don’t have time for you. Swipe left. Phil thinks my reading is anti-social, I’ve offered many times to read aloud so he can enjoy too, but he’s having none of it. Instead he watches football, reads the newspaper or cleans the flat. One does not need to sit and stare at their significant other for hours on end. He knows I love him, even when I want space and don’t want to be in the same room as him. Continue Reading

North America – we’re coming at ya!

May 31, 2017

Having now seen most of Europe, Phil and I have decided it’s time to branch out to a brand new continent. One that neither of us have set foot on. NORTH AMERICA. Fuck yeah!

On September 26th we start our three week jaunt down the east coast of North America, with our first stop in Toronto, Canada. Continue Reading

@Beauty

Eyebrows are big game. A product review.

May 23, 2017

Sometimes I hate mine and sometimes I adore them. I’ve never known what to do with them. They were always my pet-peeve of personal maintenance and make up. I’d rather cut my toe nails any day! Most days I’d ignore my eyebrows. Which, looking back now, probably was the best thing I could have done. I’ve seen so many of the thin 90’s ‘brows. That thin line of lost hairs trailing over an eye – scary. I remember as a kid we once had a babysitter who had drawn on pencil-thin eyebrows. Oh the nightmares. In truth the poor woman probably had alopecia, but we were shit scared of her, and her angry eyebrows. Continue Reading