Lockdown number three

As always, life continues to come in bursts of stability followed by unrest, happiness then frustration, and motivation followed by a complete lack of interest in doing anything other than sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine and tray of Ferrero Rocher. In fact, the only thing that's remained relatively constant recently is my hellbent dedication to doing Pilates every morning — if only to cling onto some semblance of a balanced life. Lockdown three, ya really killin' me slowly. 

And as the most impatient person I know, I'm also quietly dying under how draining, slow, and painfully out of my control moving house is. I wildly underestimated the havoc it would wreak on my lets-just-hurry-up-and-get-this-done approach to everything in my life up until this point. Hence the self-medication of wine and expensive chocolate. Add to this, if you will, that I've also not been on holiday since last February, and you'll understand why I need a bottle of wine, a pool, and a sunset VERY SOON if I'm to get through this year without killing somebody.

Anyway, here's a load of old photos I never got round to posting and found hanging out in my drafts. How I miss my little bedroom at my parents sometimes, nostaglia right in the feels! 

FA load of old photos I never posted.

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