Month: June 2017

This gym shiz is alright.

I have become one of those. Yes, one of THOSE. That talks about the gym, their workouts and their food. Phil is doing his best to be supportive but I know inside he is doing major stink eye at me. I literally talk about my aching muscles daily. He’s a saint. A saint that’s screaming, SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN MUSCLES, on the inside. I imagine it’s like living with one of those Crossfit fanatics. Ugh.Read More

Even more books I’ve read

This year I have realised how much I fucking love reading. If I had a profile on Tinder it would say; Hobbies: reading & wine. Preferably together. In fact my reading list contains 342 books, I don’t have time for you. Swipe left. Phil thinks my reading is anti-social, I’ve offered many times to read aloud so he can enjoy too, but he’s having none of it. Instead he watches football, reads the newspaper or cleans the flat. One does not need to sit and stare at their significant other for hours on end. He knows I love him, even when I want space and don’t want to be in the same room as him.Read More