Hi mum!

You smell, of poo! As I'd always say.

Wish you were here now, I could take you out for that bloody good steak I always owed you. Our last London experience together was dinner at Carluccio's where I was given food poisoning- yuck!

Here's some pics of us being stupid in my third year uni house, that night I may have made you roasted peppers which weren't quite roasted enough- crunchy peppers and brown rice (your fave, haa haa...)

You won though, you brought sticky toffee pudding for dessert.

Chow! (forever will I spell that word that way)

your daughter xxx

Friday morning London SUN!

Morning everyone! I've just woken up from a much needed lie in ( or recuperation you could say).

My step sis is staying with me at the moment, so we are off to explore some of my fave places I think she would like- today it's Spitalfields market, in search of the legendary brownies the 'slab stall' sells!

Enjoy the day, sun and sing along to this- it's been in my head all week!

 A big emotional fat one. Time for breakfast!

Fascinating and heartbreaking

North Korea defect.

We all should count ourselves lucky. Stuff like this might make you bitch and moan than necessary.

Chocolate face

Sometimes, it's nice to get up real early, work early and leave.

Come home, crack open a chocolate egg, hot water bottle, bed and a TV show.


I'm spending less time with my headphones now and it's a good thing. It seems there is less noise to block out.




I now have sugar teeth from my 1000 calorie dinner (yes, Easter eggs really are that much). I haven't had a chocolate egg that good in years- probably because I've always bought my own and this one I didn't.

I am so very grateful it was a gift :) Perhaps Easter eggs are just one of those childhood favourite moments of mine. I remember once mum set up an Easter egg hunt in the house. She left notes for my brother and I to find our treats whilst her and dad remained in bed. She even lay bowls and Frosties out on the table for breakfast, I know she'd sneak downstairs before we woke to put out fresh milk.

They always wore dressing gowns and we always wore slippers.

One note said 'Follow your nose' with a picture of a sock drawn on. I even remember walking around the kitchen with my brother, sniffing the air for chocolate (or cheese?) - we kept the washing basket under the counter. For us, it was like Christmas day. Our parents made it magical.

How coffee is meant to be (yerr, pillocks...)

"It's not what you do it's the way that you do it!"

This is a post tribute to my life long southern friend who whips up these beauties every day, and does it nice and tasty. Barristers in London are Jeffs (fucks).

My most uplifting moment

Two summers ago, I'd just moved back home after finishing university. I knew Neath was not my town.

One night, there was a comedy night at the local drudge rock pub called 'The Duke'. I was with my mum, step dad (though not married at the time) and step sis- I barely knew her then. It was a awkward relationship, similar to that feeling you get in a toilet room and being afraid of the sound of your own piss. Yes, we even had that moment when I lead her to the toilet in the interval.

The main act of the night was Pete Johansson. I think I had to drive mum home early because she just wasn't quite in the mood-  I think she was trying to adjust to Neath as well.

Most of the night, I can't it remember anymore. What stood out to me, were Pete's jokes, based around perspective and experiences he had had out in the desert. Presenting comedy to those fighting the war, one guy walked up to him afterwards and they went to shake hands. Though, the hand the audience member put forward didn't have a hand- he was still getting used to living with only one! I haven't told this story very well, but the perspective Pete shared was that even though these guys had fought through crap, they still laughed about it all!

The typical 'oh i'm so uplifted' title of this blog post is definitely not the most original sentence we have all heard- usually it's the kind for us all to roll our eyes at. You could say it was a memory of mine that cropped up in a moment when I wasn't feeling so great. Either way, I ended that night coming home, happy and with my family- as we crowded around a plate of white toast, butter and laughter.

I have decided

Bollox to this.

I thank thee, sprout, for his patience towards his nutcase girlfriend!

Dignity in Dying

There has got to be a better way to have this more organised, and be realistic.

Green is the new black

I usually wouldn't do this, but here is a picture of moi in my new green jacket.

Guess the price? I think it's a priceless find :)

Awesome shop with the Brother, Nana and Gdad in Dorchester last weekend-snots and trollings through sweet town shops and plentiful tissues.

Appreciate what you have

I like this. Kinda represents you should be grateful for what you have.

OMG!!!

Flat offer got accepted, I'm moving in with Hazal-one of my best friends.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:D

H.A.P.P.Y

So happy when people I know who usually aren't in London, are in London, and we meet up for din dins and chat and laugh and go mmmmmmmmm and have nice food babies and then go home and feel very very lucky and wow and yay.

That is all.

I love London.