All posts tagged: the boyfriend

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 …

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 …

Travel planning

I’m a planner. I fucking love it. I blame my job. I draw up spreadsheets of costs, days, nights being stayed, and what we will see and do. The lot. I love being organised. I love lists. Scraping your pen across something you’ve just completed is a huge accomplishment in my world. Even if the item stated “drink water”. Small wins.

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.”


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 …