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Is April Fool's Over Yet?


Well, I'm now into week eleven of lockdown (thanks to a badly timed and very drunken stint in Pisa back in February). And while it's definitely had its fair share of wobbles, I gotta be honest, on the whole I'm kinda loving it. Like McDonald's level, baby. Makeup free, no alarm, no commute, #BikiniLife in full, weather-dependent flow...yep, it's been pretty good. So here are a few things I'm grateful for...

Routine. For our daily routine of coffee and orange juice every morning (cos sometimes it's the littlest things).

The kindness of others. For a £40 Just Eat voucher from Matt's boss which resulted in a kickass kebab coated in my absolute fave ever condiment (if not overall food full stop); burger sauce. Secondly, for the neighbours who left a 'help yourself' book box outside on the day I ran out of books. And thirdly, for the people in my life being complete and utter babes; supportive, adorable, and always full of enthusiasm. 

Sunshine. For being able to work outside in the garden, which subsequently means I'm probably the most tanned I've ever been in England (and definitely almost as tanned as France a few years ago). Cheers, UK, really nailed it with the lockdown weather, babe.

Alcohol. And lastly, but most importantly, I'm grateful for gin and red wine because they've helped make this shit show of a situation more bearable with saucy juniper notes, full-bodied flavour, and high alcohol content. I would be certified insane without them both.

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Five small things I'm grateful for (because I think we could all do with a little reminder of some good stuff right now): 

  1. For enjoying a really, really, really good book recently. 
  2. For finally starting to feel the benefits of daily meditation (or, as I like to call it, sitting in silence for 15 minutes, consistently and largely unsuccessfully trying to bat away the one million and one thoughts that fill my head). 
  3. For a very long, laughter-filled phone call with my best friend. Funerals, global pandemics, and temperamental mental health chatter packed into one of our usual, insanely unfiltered and largely unintelligible to everyone else girl chats.
  4. For the absolute best purchase I have ever, ever, ever made to help get me through this shitty isolation period.
  5. And lastly, for these daffodils. Because they really did put a smile on my face the other day. 

grateful heart #2


I've dipped in and out of gratitude journaling for the past few years — never quite managing to nail it for any prolonged period of time despite always finding it helpful and kind of uplifting. HOWEVER. The only New Year's Resolution I made to myself with any sort of conviction this year was that I would write ONE thing, every single day, for an entire year, no matter what. Even if I'm so hungover I can't hold a pen. Even if I'm the most miserable, moody, hormonal cow on the planet and can't easily think of any obvious glitter from my day. Even if Channing Tatum came down from hunky heaven and told me I could dance in Magic Mike Live XXL if I purposefully skipped a day — I'd look him in his sexy potato face, and decline. Yep, I really meant it. So here are a few highlights from January:

a big old slice of holiday heaven


Sometimes in life (if you're super-lucky and the gods of good karma are shining cheerfully upon you from on high), you'll get to experience a niche brand of holiday heaven I like to call Killer Airbnb-ing. It's important to note that this cosmic feast doesn't come along too often, so if or when it does, make sure you book the shit out of that location pronto. And I mean SNAP. IT. UP. 

over-eating in the Cotswolds


Is it possible to go on a long weekend break without gaining half a stone in booze and food weight!? Asking for a friend. Because – honestly – if it is, I'm either doing long weekend breaks really wrong...or very, very, very right. And a little trip to the Cotswolds a few bank holidays ago was absolutely no exception, thank you. 

a peculiar year


I will be the first to admit that 2018 got off to a total clusterfuck of a start. I was a dog left outside in the rain: a cold, sad, downhearted bitch. However, where there is chaos also comes plentiful space for new beginnings and (very overdue) life sanitizing. Therefore, despite a start rockier than Rocky Balboa himself, 2018 really bloody outdid itself in the end so HUGE sexy points for that.

Gals on tour: Cote d'Azur edition


This positively FREEZING and gloomy January weather has put me in desperate need of a holiday, any form of sunshine and a plentiful amount of gin; which sadly doesn't taste the same when drunk on the sofa in a dressing gown and not in a bikini by a pool. 

Gals on tour: Castagniers Edition


Question: what do you get if you take 3 French uni grads and stick them in a villa in the South of France for 3 days? Answer: 6 different types of cheese, one sunburnt backside, some serious #freethenipple and one hell of a lot of red wine. 

italy, ya sexy piece of ass


Moment of appreciation please for the fact that way back in March, I managed to board a flight, set foot in 4 different countries and make actual functioning(ish) conversation with other humans...all while battling a fully fledged and very persistent prosecco-pong hangover. Moral of the story: never, ever kid yourself that staying for 'one drink' after the company update is a justifiable action the night before a 6am flight. I took this one for the team so you don't have to. It's a genuine miracle I managed to take photographs of anything other than my sad, sorry little self, but here we go; photos from San Remo, Monaco, Nice, Bussana Vecchia, and a few other places that were equally fit af but less easy to remember the name of.

bring it all back to you, baby


If getting S Club 7 lyrics tattooed on your forehead wasn't such a certified career-killer, I would 100% be getting this S Club 7 lyric tattooed on my forehead. Humour me for a second here and ignore the visions of 7 year old you singing it into a hairbrush (covered in glitter with crimped hair, obviously) and actually let this little beauty sink in: the only person in this whole entire world that you ever have to answer to, either now or in the distant future, is YOURSELF (repeating this for the people in the back: YOUR👏BLOODY👏SELF👏). I don't mean to be dramatic, but I truly believe this lyric has the ability to change your life more than any 6 month self-discovery yoga retreat in the Himalayas ever could. Really really.

Gals on tour: Canterbury Edition


GREAT NEWS, guys. The Gals on Tour series saw its second (and very long overdue) installment last weekend when myself Mills, Fran and Lydia said goodbye to our troubles and headed to Canters. We proceeded to spend 5% of our weekend exploring what Canterbury had to offer (expensive tea, cobbled streets, babein' architecture) and the other 95% drinking wine in our airbnb and stuffing our faces with thai, bolognaise, copious amounts of chocolate, sweets and pancakes.