Way back in deepest darkest April (around the time I was building up the courage to bare all) I was feeling pretty glum. I was away from home, only employed until June, unfit, lonely – struggling to see the glass … Continue reading
You don’t always have to be told that you’re bad at something in order to work that out for yourself. In fact, I find it’s often the things people don’t say that fit together to make a clearer picture of … Continue reading
Last week I had a big interview for a PHD studentship, my mind was elsewhere. I turned to my friends for ideas and, as ever, they didn’t fail me – 2 brilliant ideas in a week. Christy (who also dug … Continue reading
Today Christy (of Dubstep fame) and I buried a time capsule, to be unearthed in 30 years. Below is the letter I buried with it. __________________________________________________________________ 10th June 2012 Dear Future Self, The plan is for you to find and open … Continue reading
My husband and I went through a phase where we were a little bit obsessed with pirates. Its only natural living in Bristol. Walking into town takes us past the Spyglass tavern from the start of Treasure Island, and alongside … Continue reading
There are times when I am able to convince myself that my anxiety is a good thing, that working myself up into a frenzy is the way forward. In my mind’s eye I am like ‘the Flash’, moving at super … Continue reading
If I had to make a list of positive adjectives to describe myself, ‘sexy’ would not make it into the top 100. ‘Cute’ might scrape its way in, or ‘curvy’ – I might even slip in ‘pretty’ on a good … Continue reading
I hate April. Hate it. After months of darkness, and cold, and grey, and wet, March offers the promise of better things. Then, just as we’re getting excited about BBQs, flip flops, picnics, camping… April snatches that hope away. It … Continue reading
Dear Reader, I have a confession to make. I know we’ve only been together for a few months but I feel I need to tell you now rather than risk hurting you in the long-term. I’ll understand if this changes … Continue reading
I am not a natural cook. Which is not to say I can’t cook. I can and do. Often. I just find the whole process very stressful. As I may have mentioned once or twice before (#stuckrecord) I am an … Continue reading
