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Weekend pamper sesh in Berkshire

This weekend the girls (Eileen and Toni) and I decided to spoil ourselves for Eileen’s dirty thirty birthday. We booked ourselves into the Macdonald Berystede Hotel & Spa in beautiful Berkshire. I flippin’ love a pamper session and promptly booked myself a full body massage and a top notch pedicure. Because, hey, I work hard. Well, I work. I mean, I turn up. In the end it felt like we spent the weekend at Fawlty Towers…

“Today I’m channeling Meghan Markle goes to yoga.”

This was my outfit description I gave to my good friend, Eileen, on my way to meet her for our Saturday of adventure. We had booked brunch and a free meditation class that Eileen had heard about from Lululemon, so the plan was to rock some casual yoga pants and black trainers, with a top, scarf, coat and shades for a hint of celeb style. If you’ve been reading up about Meghan and Prince Harry – you’ll notice the paps seem to only get her when she’s in her yoga pants on the way to a class.

Should I squeeze my spots? And other such beauty questions…

In October I asked a few questions around beauty myths and found the answers. It’s time for another round of such questions. If you’ve got a question for future posts – let me know. Let’s all learn together. This time we look at spot squeezing, hair washing, homemade versus store bought face masks, and teeth whitening – because we all know those teeth whitening toothpastes do jack shit.

Competent to my Helpless. Yin to my Yang.

While reading a book of Maria Semple’s (who is fast becoming my favourite author. Ever.) she brought up the phenomenon of the Helpless Traveller. I love this. Because it’s me all over. The concept of the Helpless Traveller is when you are travelling with someone who is confident, organised and decisive, they are competent, while you, flounder at every turn. Helpless and complaining of sore feet, having no input to decision making and being as melodramatic as possible. “Just feed me, I’m starving and my stomach is starting to absorb my other organs from hunger.”

Space

This Sunday, for the first time since the man and I got together properly (after the first two times) in January, was the first day I felt like I needed space. When I say “space” I don’t mean anything drastic. I mean a day to myself for some R&R. Not to have to answer questions or direct him in his daily events or attend to his puppy nature. Just to sit on the sofa and watch some trashy telly or soak in a tub overfilling with bubbles. We’d just come back from Prague so I was tired and just not in the mood. I know most people have moments like this in their relationships but it was significant for me as it was the first time with him. Ever. We’ve lived together for three years prior to us dating this last year. It is one of those 21st century relationships that started with a bit of flirting and an alcohol infused one night stand. Don’t judge, he was only up the stairs! Anyway, we absolutely ballsed …

Nothing says ‘commitment’ better than buying Apple products together

The man: I don’t know why I don’t just use his name, most of you know who he is anyway, let’s just call him “P” from now on, he’s shy. So P and I have decided it’s time we upgrade our clunky, archaic laptops (I’ve had mine since I was 24!) for a brand new shiny one. I’m a Mac lover, him PC. That is, until I gave him my hand-me-down iPhone 4s when I upgraded to an iPhone 5s. Now he won’t shut up about it. Thanks to this lovely gesture I bestowed on him he is now fully on board with the idea of an Apple laptop – specifically a MacBook Air. Now, I have always had my own laptop, but we have discussed that perhaps we don’t need to buy one each, and could share. This makes me anxious. Not because I’m planning to stream porn and not tell him about it and forget to clear my history or because he’s going to see anything I don’t want him to. He knows and …