I left my bed

I'm grumpy today so hopefully this question will cheer me up. These are not in order. I do not prioritise my love for wine over my love for my family. Though my father and my sister may disagree and laugh. 1- Tea I love tea. It's a cliché but it's one for a reason. I drink about 5 cups a day. My boyfriend would argue I drink about 2 with the amount I leave to go cold, but whatever. I also bought a unicorn mug the other day which basically makes tea taste better. My parents would love it if I stopped cramming their cupboards full of different flavoured teas I never drink, and flasks. My dad also "banned" me from any more "giant mugs" because they take up too much room. I've only got 2. He asks if I'd like a "bucket of tea". Now I've moved out, I am yet to take over my cupboard with oversized drinking vessels but my time will come. 2-  Wine, Vodka, Alcohol... Sorry, not sorry. I love a nice glass of red wine, or sweet rose and

Yes, you did read that right. Upon my nightly ritual of looking at Instagram for about 5 minutes to see what recipes are there kicking about, I came across this on BuzzfeedFood. In nothing but a 30 second or so clip to show you how to make this freaking delight. I roped my housemate who is a lover of all things chocolate into this plan, and decided this was our chosen goodie for our next "bake night" You will need! A ready to bake packet of cookie dough mix A ready to bake packet of brownie And biscuits of your choice We used fake Oreos and Biscoff because of the new obsession I have with the Biscoff Krispy Kremes. Literally don't even bother trying one because that may or may not be your sole intake for the next week and a half. We both separated the extremely hard work of adding a table spoon to our mixture. It needed more than this but you guys will work it out Cookie dough first, smoosh it around a baking pan as the bottom layer Layer in the b

I wanted to surprise my master chef with a trip out. I picked Hewits farm which is well known for their pick your own fruit and veg!*  *according to google. It was a mini mission to get there. After a train to Kent, we had to cross over about 56 roundabouts and walk on the roads just to get there. That's how you can tell you're not really in London anymore. That and there wasn't a Starbucks to be seen. There wasn't much on offer as the seasons are just switching over, but it was really fun and i imagine it would be 10x better in summer! I literally haven't been since I was a kid so this was such a treat. We got cabbage, beans, swiss chards, potatoes, broccoli and shallots.                                        With some of the veg we collected, i made this soul warming soup, whilst James took pictures of me trying. 3/ 4 rashers of bacon 1/4 of cabbage 1/2 brocolli 5 small potatoes, scrubbed half a shalott a clove of garlic stock

Oh my life, I barely know what I am going to be doing in the next 7 hours, let alone 7 years, so I think this will be a hard one to write about. Considering this writing challenge prompts are quite personal, i may switch to a different one, purely because I don't want to bore you with what I'm going to be doing within 7 years but would rather try and inspire people to be doing what THEY want in 7 years... But I guess that's a different post. 7 years ago today, I had just left college, dreaming of being a famous singer and having no effective immediate plans to put that in place but figured it would "just happen". I was in my infamous years of drinking mostly vodka, and partying purely for the love of dancing. The Confuser, the band founded by my college friends and myself were still gigging a little and life was grand and very not adult. Looking back, 17 was the most fun age for me I think. It was the age full of promise and I still had so much time ahead

So it's 12.10am, I'm eating cold cheese on toast on the left side of my mouth. After a 3 day trip back to my home town, to have my tooth taken out (which is whole other disturbing story), James got back from work only to be a poorly pants too and fall straight asleep. I've spent about 3 hours thinking about Christmas presents, searching ideas and trying to get my brain into gear but of course, it's the unwritten rule that past 12am all of a sudden Pandoras brain box opens and it's all "Why didn't you do this in the past?" "Why did you do this?" "Why haven't you moved to a cottage yet?" "Are you a bad person?" And then you miss your dad and when you were like 14 and the only worry you had was sneaking Strongbow because 2 cans we're all you needed. Well, they weren't the only worries at all really but you know what i mean. I am sitting here thinking about how right now i am struggling to write much on what

I think it's pretty self explanatory where the name came from for my blog but incase there are any of you wondering out there, it's this week that it's been hammered home for me the most, possibly since i started my blog. The whole reason i started my blog was to pin point when i left the house and did something new, fun and exciting. To show me when i've actually lived life instead of slept or netflixed through it. This week i struggled a lot. Not to go too much into detail cos you know #personal but feeling like leaving the house or my bed was one of the biggest efforts i could make this week. It's not because i'm lazy. I love being busy, being proactive and learning but sometimes the black dog just wants to have a lie down and more often than not, he wins. It's not entirely down to that, i have been poorly in the truest sense of the word. Your classic summer to autumn transitional lurgy has been forever (10 days) coursing through my veins and out

I feel slightly embarrassed there even has to be a part 2. I speak so openly and freely in the real world about sticking up for the slimmer girls and yet when i come to my rant, i completely forget about that. Serves me right for typing as i think. This ones for all you slender ladies. I was in the kitchen with one of my house mates, who was telling me she feels like she's too "skinny". I was like, crap, i forgot about this side of things. How much do these women suffer? Almost as much as the overweight or 'curvy' ones now i should think. Since there has been a big movement to stop trying to be slim, we miss out and belittle a giant group of wonderful women who are naturally slim and slender. Its suppose to be under the pretence of "body positive" but all we are doing is shaming a different body type which is just plain dumb. The infamous Meghan Trainors "All about that bass" is a prime example of that. But this is yet again, p