Thursday, April 26, 2018


When ya girl gets a craving for Eggs Benedict, ya girl gets cranky. The only way to diffuse the situation safely is to ferry me off to the nearest Côte Brasserie and feeeeed meeee. Luckily, there’s a Côte nearby, meaning that after a brisk (rainy, on this occasion) walk, I can shove my face into a plate of glorious hollandaise. 

Monday, April 23, 2018


With all this glorious summery weather, I’ve been dying to take a little trip somewhere, escape the big smoke and get some pretty pics for the ‘gram. I’ve actually had this weekend trip to Portsmouth booked off from work for aaaaages, but it would seem that in order to get a weekend off from my pub job, one is required to make a blood oath with the devil and sacrifice their first-born child. Chris’s family are lucky enough to have a little sailing boat, and this was my first trip out on it. The trip ended in disaster (more on that later), but I had a lovely couple of days and I thought I’d share a few pictures from the weekend with you…

Sunday, April 15, 2018


Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Except, in this case, the ‘extra’ refers to Saint Aymes near Marble Arch tube station, and its drool-inducing pastel coloured 24ct gold unicorn lattes. Within a mere 16hrs of stumbling across this insta-worthy cafe on Instagram, I was stood in its doorway and trying to hold in the squeals. I’m aaaaaall one for splashing over £16 on two coffees if it means I can pose by some pretty flowers and eat an actual piece of gold for the first time. My boyfriend, on the other hand, is not so inclined. However, after he pinged me over a tenner with the transfer reference saying “£10 for one coffee FFS”, I think he secretly enjoyed it.

Thursday, April 5, 2018


Not a year goes by where I don’t make a huge cock-up with a box of at-home bleach. It does my nut to see other girls able to bleach their hair at home, not only saving themselves money but also blatantly rubbing their incredible talents right in my face. At least once a year, I decide I CAN bleach my hair at home. *Spoiler* I can't. And then I end up with orange roots. And THEN I book an appointment with my amazing and trusty hairdresser Katy in my Devon hometown, hop on the train and beg for her forgiveness. 

I wandered into Pink Says in Teignmouth with what can only be described as a stunning two-tone orange and blonde bird’s nest. But, no fear, because Katy has fixed many of my home-hairdressing faux pas (I promise I wont do it again!), and she’s always been able to right my wrongs. 
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