In Defence of Being Boring
When I was 18 my life was a blur of nights out, cheap vodka and a girls holiday that resulted in a tattoo on my ankle to remind me of my youth. The idea of…
View PostWhen I was 18 my life was a blur of nights out, cheap vodka and a girls holiday that resulted in a tattoo on my ankle to remind me of my youth. The idea of…
View PostIt’s still a bit chilly outside (although Spring is definitely on its merry way) so it’s the perfect time to snuggle up in an evening with a good TV series, giving a whole new (and…
View PostI love Valentine’s Day. Not because I head out for a fancy dinner with my boyfriend all dressed up or because we give each other overpriced presents. I just love the cheesiness and the mush.…
View PostOh how I love to shop. I am, without a shadow of a doubt, a shopaholic. When I hand over my debit card I get a buzz like no other. It sounds ridiculous but buying…
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