It’s been a fortnight since we returned from Mykonos and it already feels like we never went at all. If it wasn’t for my depleted bank balance and the overwhelming post-holiday come down, I’d be sure I’d dreamt it. Admittedly the past fortnight has been a bit of a blur, complete with meetings, too many
By Friday of last week, following what can only be described as an ABYSMAL end to my working week, I was ready for a break. Earlier this year, I wrote about the trials and tribulations of booking a holiday with friends and the pitfalls it can bring when you’ve no idea how to choose a
Here’s a summary of how this week has been so far… It is hot. Boris Johnson is Prime Minister. I have already had three gins and two Kit-Kats. So, it’s going well. In seriousness I’ve been travelling about a bit recently, whether that’s visiting friends or having friends visit me, and I’ve found myself to-ing
There it was again. That familiar feeling. As I put my face on for the day, I felt the wave of nausea which has become so familiar to me over the years. I call it my ‘anxiety belly’, and as I sat at my dressing table readying myself for the day, it washed over me
I can only apologise for the hideously inconsiderate way in which I’ve carried on about my business this past fortnight without posting so much as a sausage – or even a witty remark about a sausage. It’s been a bit of a funny one in that I was away the weekend before Easter for
It’s rare that I get to visit London for anything other than a same-day return and a two-hour business meeting, but this past weekend I was fortunate to have a spare couple of days to visit my friend Suzi. A long-time resident of Wanstead (that’s East London to anyone unfamiliar), and a family friend
It’s the annual ritual in our house. Three weeks into the New Year, with no money and the January blues in full swing, there’s only one thing on our (mostly my) mind. Escape. The conversation normally goes something like this: Me: “Let’s book a holiday soon.” Him: “Let’s assess our finances fir…” Me:
Of all the farcical announcements that are made on a weekly basis about our country and how it’s run, last week’s news that train prices will be going up by 3.1% from 2nd January 2019 really takes the biscuit… In a move that can only be described as outrageous (yes, I am outraged, not
I was lucky enough to visit Mexico for the very first time this year. A much-needed break that couldn’t come around quickly enough. If you’ve never been to Mexico, it’s likely that your first thoughts on it as a country stem from what you may have seen on fictionalised television dramas…much of it unfair
There are few things in life that I love more than travelling – except perhaps my husband and our cats. For many people travel is an escape from the humdrum of everyday life; a way of meeting new people, experiencing new things, and counting down towards a bit of excitement. At 31, I’ve been
