You know sometimes you have your own life rules, that work for you and you follow them? And then sometimes you decide to throw caution to the wind and be wild and just ‘go with it’? Well, don’t. I did that today and as a result I’m sitting in my pj’s at 11pm on a… Continue reading Listen to your life rules. Dating 101.
I developed a new skill on the flight to Goa. Not shitting myself. Because yes, a mere 12 hours before my two and a half hour flight from Delhi, I was given a departing gift. The infamous ‘Delhi Belly’ Up until this point I had felt quite smug, having avoided the main things I was… Continue reading Indian adventure part one
Two days until I go on holiday and I was going to write about how frazzled I am. How recently I’ve been all work and all play (probably a bit too much of both) and I feel I haven’t actually seen the inside of my house for longer than a few hours at a time… Continue reading Are you a survivor? Pre holiday musings
It would seem that emotional intelligence is lacking in some of the people that are in my life at the moment, although for a fleeting moment, they’re still there. After a four month break I decided to get back on the dating bike, so to speak. First date. With a seemingly normal, polite guy. Had… Continue reading Emotional intelligence anyone?
Time flies when you’re having fun, right? Or does the time just fly anyway, regardless? So what you should do is smile a lot, enjoy as much as you can and bloody get on with it, right? I could just leave the blog at that first paragraph tonight. To be honest, if you haven’t got… Continue reading Time flies when you’re…
I feel like the majority of my blog posts at the moment are either about gardening, dating or relationships and the lack thereof. But, whatchya going to do? Hopefully, read on… I made the mistake of sitting down about ten minutes ago. And now I’m wondering how much I’d have to tip the Deliveroo driver… Continue reading Miss Independent has a meltdown.
Here’s a little note to fuckboys, I’m trying not to shout. I guess there’s things I need to say, so I’m going to let it out. I’m not being melodramatic, a drama queen or vain, I’m just trying to understand properly – without going insane. I’m not sure what the point is, of your banter… Continue reading A little note to fuckboys…