It’s 6 pm on a Thursday night, my phone buzzes and I open a text from my mum – she’s asking if I want to come home at the weekend to help move the hay in for winter, clear the muck heap and have a big tidy-up bonfire. To some people that may seem like a lot of hard work…
My skincare routine is very simple. I have very sensitive skin; perfumed products, drug-store face masks and complicated chemical ingredients leave my skin flakey, irritated and unhappy. I like to use minimal products and keep them as pure, natural and nourishing as possible in order to avoid flare-ups and to maintain a clear complexion. Those cute looking fruity facemasks that you…
Those close to me know how important sleep is to my happiness and wellbeing. Sleep is not laziness, it is vital for quality of life. Over the years I’ve learnt that my optimum amount of sleep is between 8 to 10 hours, I used to think that this was well above average but have learnt through my participation in this…
Introvert – ‘A shy, reticent person’. Oh, how that definition is flawed. We’ve been taught that the introverted/extroverted scale is very much one or the other, black or white, with ambiverts lying dead centre in the middle. When, in fact, we can embody traits from both ends of this spectrum and display them in different ways depending on our personal makeup.…
No-one quite masters the art of the country pub like the British. I’m a huge fan of the Great British Country Pub, with their historic architecture, sprawling beer-gardens and central community feel. A pub is a place to meet, eat, drink, and enjoy. With the cost of eating and drinking out increasing the very best pubs are those that can…
You may have noticed that my blog has been lacking some of its usual emotion recently. I’ve been writing posts but finding myself somewhat distanced for them, writing for the sake of writing, not feeling the words I’ve been putting out. The truth is that I have been finding it hard to write raw content filled with honesty and emotion…
Growing up I always assumed that adulthood entailed getting a job and buying a big house. It turns out that only part of that was right. I most definitely had to get a job but buying a big house was far from reality. Instead, I found myself spending hours on Right Move looking at overpriced, run down flats in London…
