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I’m getting engaged!!!!!*

*maybe, or potentially in the next eight to 10 years, when Phil *ahem* asks me. Let me explain… Over the weekend I received an email from my dad saying he and my stepmum have planned a trip to London in September! Excitement! It will be so lovely to have them here and show them around and take them to our favourite spots. However it was the second paragraph of the email that caught my eye, where my dad stated he would like us to go up to Chorley to meet all of Phil’s family. I immediately cornered Phil: DID YOU CONTACT MY DAD AND ASK FOR MY HAND?! Phil: *look of shock: like I just told him I bought us a pet pig off Amazon* What?! Me: My dad is coming to London and has requested we take them to meet all of your family! Phil: Good God, woman. Don’t get your hopes up. My hopes are high, buddy. I think he’s just brushing it off because my dad blew the surprise. But I need …

Gingerline

On Tuesday I am off to my third Gingerline experience. This time it’s titled the Chambers of Flavour. Oooooooooooooooh. Anticipation is high! Everything is kept secret until you arrive on the day, even the location is only sent to you on the day of your event. When you arrive the whole place is kitted out to the theme and the staff are all in character – it’s magic. It is called the Gingerline as the secret locations for each event are dotted along the London Overground line, which just so happens to be orange. The last two I went on were absolutely superb. The first event was a garden theme, with pretty cocktails, divine finger food and wellies (gumboots) as the must wear item. My second event was set in Vietnam, including a ride in a canal boat, eating treats from a tree in the jungle and spicy eats in a back alley bar. I don’t have any clues about Chambers of Flavour; except that the name sounds fantastic and that I need to wear bright coloured …

Fat shopping

Last week I bought a maternity top and I’m not pregnant. I repeat, I am not pregnant. This is not an announcement. I’m just fat. I’m working on the fat thing, but it’s hard. I mean, chips! Cheese! Wine! And I’m lazy… Trust me I know that losing weight would be the best option, but meh. It’s hard. I feel like I’ve been on a diet my whole life. How do people not gain weight? Unless I am seriously paying attention to what I’m eating I seem to gain weight while I breathe. While I joke above about eating cheese, chips and wine – my daily food intake is usually; two boiled eggs for breakfast with rocket salad, a lean chicken salad for lunch (no dressing, just a bit of chilli) and fish and salad for dinner. I’m not sitting here scoffing down packets of biscuits or melted cheese on toast – yet I still get fatter! I carry all my weight around my middle. My tummy. So OBVIOUSLY maternity tops are more forgiving around the …

The flat pack furniture relationship test

Flat pack furniture has long been considered DIY hell. It’s a seriously good relationship test. Phil and I decided it was a splendid idea to test ourselves with such a feat… We popped by Argos and picked ourselves up two white bookshelves and a white coat/hat stand for our hallway. One (and possibly the only) downside of moving into our own place was the reduction in wardrobe space. As in, we now have to SHARE. Tantrums were had, clothes were thrown, but we have managed to squeeze our two large amounts of clothing into one medium-large wardrobe. With plenty of winter coats, and all my hats (that I never wear, but will not throw out in case I need them one day) that wouldn’t fit in the wardrobe, we needed to find them a home. I started on the coat/hat stand while Phil popped to the store to pick up our reward beers. I managed to do the first two steps quickly and simply, even using a screwdriver. Then Phil got home and got in the …

So, shit has changed course in the Phonnie* house…

*I’m trying out a Phil-Bronnie celeb-moniker much to Phil’s distaste. But, it really doesn’t have a ring to it. We have just gone and signed a 12 month lease on a flat of our own in the newly sought after, yuppie-village of Balham, south London. We are both over the moon and full of excitement to have our own space in this up and coming spot filled with restaurants, Farmer’s Markets and cafes.