I’ve got a swanky do to go to at the end of November. A do that requires full-on glam and a cocktail dress. I’m slightly panicked about the entire situation Hopefully you can relate. You see... Last year Mr Maybes sister got married. Shopping for the wedding was traumatising. Especially as a designated social hermit … Continue reading Dressed to kill(?)
I decided five weeks ago that rather than talking about it, writing about it or waxing lyrical about the eventual results of it – I was actually going go ahead and do it. I was going to get fit. Or (in new-age hyper PC speak) “make a lifestyle adjustment” The ultimate adjustment being that I … Continue reading It will never last…
Today I bought my first pumpkin spiced latte of the year. My very first pumpkin spiced latte ever was purchased last year when I briefly ran away to Canada (I promise, I will tell that story at some point). Initially I was excited get my hands on this much hyped-about beverage. Judging by the chatter … Continue reading PSL time
In London last week we were still experiencing a heatwave that had been raging on for the past month. By Friday, it was 32 degrees and Mr Maybe and I were fantasising about buying a watermelon, sticking it in the fridge until it was chilled and then consuming it in big gulps while we lay … Continue reading Nice Melons
As you can probably tell - I'm in a weird mood. My skin has partially broken out (bad), the inland revenue gave me £4,000 for overtaxing last year (good) - and my auntie just died (heartbreaking). There are also thunderflies everywhere, which makes any situation ten times worse. I attended the funeral in a fabulous … Continue reading I’m in a weird mood
I was recently in Hastings for a relaxing weekend away when I happened upon a little bar down an equally little side street. It was called Whistle Trego. This was quite an eclectic bar with random bits of art installed on the wall. It was the kind of a bar that (were it in Shoreditch) … Continue reading Loo review – Whistle Trego, Hastings
Dear Diary Team keeps telling me what a lovely day it is outside while I sit at my desk, inbox heaving I can smell fresh air coming from a meeting room window kept ajar. It smells like freshly cut grass and broken dreams Dear Diary Chased by a homeless man in the park today while … Continue reading Adventures of a depressed executive assistant
I saw this and simply couldn't resist sharing with you. Free speech working its magic, delighting the eyes on a dreary commute and also tickling the collective funny bone. Artist, whoever you may be, I salute you
Everyone in our W1 office has some form of bug, flu or plague at the moment and inevitably my time has now come to share in this unwelcome game of tag. As it's Easter, my parents have taken pity on me and insisted I visit them regardless of the projectile mucus and 'Regan'-esque Exorcist vocals … Continue reading All you need is love (and books and chicken soup…)
Okay. So. As you know, I have been struggling with my health recently. I have been a bit of a pass-the-parcel patient of late. I went to the doctor, who referred me to a gyno, who sent me to have a transvaginal ultrasound. This was conducted by a kindly, older Dr (who was the spitting … Continue reading I found Narnia – and it was terrifying
For lent I decided that rather than develop a particularly pragmatic outlook on life and eschew things like wine, cake or day dreaming about either Johnathan Taylor Thomas or Tyler Blackburn... I would be giving up something else Heels. Well, sort of. I'm actually giving up commuting in heels. Even the low ones. There is … Continue reading Veloceraptor heels
It was Valentines Day last week. Except - it wasn't just Valentines Day. It was also my six-year anniversary with Mr Maybe, my (long suffering) boyfriend. "Who has their first date on Valentines Day?" You might ask. Well, we did. If only to ensure that if it all worked out we would both remember exactly when Kismet first struck. Anyway … Continue reading Meeting the parents… Part 1
When the stress of it all gets to be too much and Tuesday just isn't Friday enough...
I think the worst thing about getting a cold is that plummeting gut-feeling on discovering the carrier monkey in your life (lets call him Brian for the sake of argument) is oozing at the seams with bacteria. It's an eye-rolling sense of "Oh great" that (upon reflection) is entirely justified. Some people are capable of … Continue reading Cold Rush
Okay. I am usually a very calm individual. You know, on the outside. However certain things make me incandescent with rage. And one of these things includes a person blatantly copying me. The way I see it, this is not the greatest sign of flattery. It's a lack of originality. The list of things that … Continue reading Like, why are you so obsessed with me?
Anyone who knows me knows that I am scared of hamsters. Which is slightly weird considering I adopted four of them. I didn't have a phobia before I started adopting hamsters. This is a fear that has developed and intensified with every hamster I brought home. My first ‘hamster-parenting’ experience was when I first moved to London and … Continue reading Storytime: Misadventures in Hamster parenting. A cautionary tale.
This is a post that I have debated with myself about sharing. But then I thought, you know what, if this helps anyone else negotiating the complicated and confusing world of healthcare (or lack thereof) - I want to share my story so you feel less alone. However be warned. It involves vaginas. Over the … Continue reading Oh shit – aka an ongoing health scare
I discovered the following on the tube this morning. An empty bottle of wine abandoned on the opposite seat. On a Thursday. At 07:30... And it made me reconsider both my commuting route and my life choices. Because - damn... I'm clearly not adulting correctly
Here is a little overly-dramatic cartoon for you to depict the abject misery I am currently wallowing in. I read that some menstrual cramps can be as painful as early labor pains. Which makes so much sense.
I have noticed that as the years have gone by I have developed a complicated relationship with coffee. This never used to be the case. I could chug it like water and it would have no effect on me. Even before bed. And when I say no effect I mean - nothing. No energy boost, … Continue reading Stomach demons, Coffee edition