Stomach flu

Stomach flu

I don’t know what I’d rather – being run over by a steam roller a few times or continue to endure the stomach flu that’s currently holding me hostage from the confines of my toilet. Judging by the noises eschewing from the lower half of me I think I might consider giving the steamroller a go to … Continue reading »

What to do when the ‘magic’ dies

What to do when the ‘magic’ dies

When you first start dating someone it’s always nice and new and lovely. But when the honeymoon period fades slightly – what originally seemed like endearing traits start to develop into relationship bug bares. Soon you’re staring at your partner while they’re sleeping and wondering how this could ever have possibly happened … to you. Luckily … Continue reading »

Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry

Since Bestie and I have moved into our new flat we’ve both had to get used to using the shared laundry room in our building. Although a weird experience at first, this wasn’t a big issue. We just stored up our laundry and then went downstairs to battle for a machine and then haul it back … Continue reading »

The Year Of “Yes”

The Year Of “Yes”

I’ve a bit of a clear-out since I moved into my new flat. Storage boxes filled with unwanted bits of tat  have been reduced to a pile of shredding, I burnt a sage stick to “smudge” out the bad juju that might have been lingering behind previous tenants, rearranged the furniture a few times – and happened to unearth one … Continue reading »

The day I murdered the victoria sponge

The day I murdered the victoria sponge

Generally I’m a good baker. People at work have even offered to pay me to make them a birthday cake for a special occasion. However things go okay for me simply because I follow the golden rule of baking. The rule is – follow the goddamn instructions to the letter. I don’t mean follow them… “ish” – … Continue reading »

Why 311 steps is 310 steps too many

Why 311 steps is 310 steps too many

Mr Maybe and I were pottering along one day when we passed Monument near bank tube station. I had heard you could climb the inside of monument when I first moved to London and always meant to do it – but as always with these things I never got around to actually doing it. It happened … Continue reading »

The mystery of the missing gravy…

The mystery of the missing gravy…

It was Mothers Day not so long ago. A day to pay homage to our Mum’s while brandishing arm fulls of flowers, chocolates, jewellery and baskets of toiletries covered in bows. I made such a pilgrimage to the countryside for a weekend with my parents, culminating with a Mothers Day lunch on Sunday. Everything started normally enough. I came down in the … Continue reading »