Hiya, So, I’m sat here feeling a bit disappointed in myself to be entirely honest with you. I had a grand plan to get up early, get a power packed breakfast down me and go for an 8-10 mile run.
Right. I just want to clear something up. When us girls say we don’t care about Valentine’s Day, and that it’s more important and meaningful to show our love all year round, some of us are blatantly lying. We blooming
HELLLOOOO. HI. It’s been a while since my last post, and firstly, I thought I’d let you know that I’ll be posting A LOT more this year. YAAAAAY. Now for the bad news…. It’ll be mostly FITNESS related. Gross, right?
Is it time to grow up? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself repeatedly, for what feels like forever. The answer has always been a stoic ‘NO!’, but maybe that’s because I associate being grown up with being
Stop the press. There’s only 100 days until Christmas. BASH MY BAUBLES AND CALL ME MARY. How did that happen? In 100 days, we’ll be waking up (probably massively hungover after too many ‘festive’ Jagers at the local), tentatively heading
Hiya, As I sit down to write this, on the train heading back from a WONDERFUL wedding at a gorgeous, idyllic place in the Lakes with a group of friends I adore, I feel truly content. It’s been well over
I have a confession to make. Until last week, I’d only ever had 2 spray tans in my entire life. I consider myself quite a low maintenance lady. My only real pampering treat is getting my nails done every couple
Still can’t quite believe it. Don’t want to believe it. Prince is dead. I was at work when the rumours started flying in. TMZ reporting that ‘someone’ had been found dead at Paisley Park recording studios in Minneapolis. Next of
Hiya! So by the end of the last post, I was FINALLY looking forward to celebrating Christmas with my family, after weeks of feeling pretty damn low about the fact it was coming up and I was single! In the
Hiya! So, the last time we spoke, I was settling in very well indeed to the being single life. I was dating again, relishing not having anyone else to worry about, and being little miss social butterfly. I thought I’d