Laughing all the way to the bank (holiday)

Let me tell you something that I learnt this week: the bank-holiday-weekend feeling is so much sweeter if you a) totally forgot it was coming up; b) absentmindedly arranged a work meeting for 9am on Good Friday and c) received four meeting rejections in the space of a minute because CHOCOLATE EASTER EGGS FEASTING RELAXING WINE and a spot of I HOPE YOU’RE NOT COMING IN ON BANK HOLIDAY FRIDAY!!??

Spring chicken

When Facebook notified me that it was the first day of spring on Saturday, I actually squealed with excitement. I then shared the post with as many flower emojis as I could find and far, far, far  too many exclamation marks. Spring is the buttercream to my Viccy sponge, the absolute definition of jammy to my dodger and the main reason I manage to resurface again after those dark winter nights.

DIY Lush shower scrub

Like the rest of the world, I am a fully fledged pioneer of the beautiful wonders of LUSH products. Unfortunately though, the same cannot be said for my wee little bank account who begins looking so sad and weepy mid-month that I just don't have the heart to hit him with an £8.95 shower scrub bill. #Empathy, guys, empathy.

Best ever triple chocco loaf cake

Oooh...well would you just feast your piggy little eyes on this baby! Hands down my absolute all-time favourite little loaf cake to date. I always find that the recipes online just don’t have enough chocolate in them for me so here is my very own super double whammy chocolatey loaf cake. I would say thank me later…but go on – you can thank me now. 

Whole Latte Lovin'

I have long been a believer in the power of the mid-week break. That random Wednesday or Thursday that you book off work with no particular purpose or reason. It's like a little hump day pick-me-up that serves you happiness in a way that a three day weekend just cannot compete with.

Cotswolds, Saturday

Thank the sweet Lord that the phrase you are what you eat is just that - a phrase. Because if it was  true then by day three of our trip to the Cotswolds I would have been a walking talking chocolate croissant with a cup of tea for hair and chocolate Easter egg feet. Yep, when I go on holiday I eat badly (or amazingly - you decide) because errrrybody knows that holiday calories do not count. And I dine out on that fact. Literally.