Dear London, I loved you from the day I first set foot in you. I knew I’d love you before I even arrived. But the time has come to move my life back south of the equator to Sydney, Australia.
Date night with Kodaline
On Tuesday (a school night, no less!!), [before I got struck down with the insane stomach bug of 2017] Phil and I had a date night in south London.
It’s all about size
The size of my 2017 Christmas tree. Now that we’re in our own plush pad – it’s not really plush, visually, it’s plush because we don’t have to share it with assholes – we’re investing in our own long-lasting (fake) festive tree. Back and forward was our discussion on Wednesday night on size. Phil, aka more »
Working for yourself. What is required?
More and more Phil and I have spoken about starting our own business when we move back to New Zealand. We’ve thrown about a few ideas, but there is one that has really stuck (sorry I can’t reveal it yet). We are seeing a lot of our friends in NZ and Australia setting up their more »
Working out = better sex
Sex post coming up, look away now if it’s not your cup of tea. Mum, if you read my blog, don’t click below. You’ve been warned.
North America – we’re coming at ya!
Having now seen most of Europe, Phil and I have decided it’s time to branch out to a brand new continent. One that neither of us have set foot on. NORTH AMERICA. Fuck yeah! On September 26th we start our three week jaunt down the east coast of North America, with our first stop in Toronto, Canada. more »
I’m getting engaged!!!!!*
*maybe, or potentially in the next eight to 10 years, when Phil *ahem* asks me. Let me explain…
The flat pack furniture relationship test
Flat pack furniture has long been considered DIY hell. It’s a seriously good relationship test. Phil and I decided it was a splendid idea to test ourselves with such a feat… We popped by Argos and picked ourselves up two white bookshelves and a white coat/hat stand for our hallway. One (and possibly the only) downside more »
Five nights in our new pad…
…and there’s been far more nudity than predicted. I think it’s purely that we can walk around naked, that WE DO. Phil will walk out of the shower each morning and give his bits a shake in my direction. It’s become a morning greeting. I enjoy it.
Travel planning
I’m a planner. I fucking love it. I blame my job. I draw up spreadsheets of costs, days, nights being stayed, and what we will see and do. The lot. I love being organised. I love lists. Scraping your pen across something you’ve just completed is a huge accomplishment in my world. Even if the item stated more »
Competent to my Helpless. Yin to my Yang.
While reading a book of Maria Semple’s (who is fast becoming my favourite author. Ever.) she brought up the phenomenon of the Helpless Traveller. I love this. Because it’s me all over. The concept of the Helpless Traveller is when you are travelling with someone who is confident, organised and decisive, they are competent, while you, flounder more »
