P and I have lived in the same place in beautiful Greenwich for four years now. We’ve been relatively lucky with new housemates – except for that time the 56 year old man moved in. Oh, and that time that the Australian guy moved in who apparently lost the skill of speaking after week one and proceeded to just grunt at us all, and piss all over the bathroom. ALL OVER.
My resting bitch face is on point today.
I couldn’t tell you why. Perhaps because it’s Monday or it’s cold or I don’t want to be at work?
However, I did just manage to distract my boss for the past 40 minutes in discussing the British royal succession, and whether or not we’d get a Bank holiday should the Queen pop her clogs. So a little morbid, but I love the royals, so any chance to slack off real work and browse Wikipedia I am all for it!
Counting down the days and hours now. Only two more days until we will be jetting off to Prague. In Prague I plan to eat, drink and be merry! The Christmas markets will have started, it will be a barmy -6*C and I will be drinking my body weight in mulled wine.
With the release of the new season of Gilmore Girls my friend and I decided we wanted an indulgent Friday night in. We grabbed a bottle of wine and some dinner to whip up. I decided on a Thai inspired prawn stir fry using boodles (butternut squash noodles) instead of pasta so it remained paleo/Whole 30 compliant. Of course, the wine isn’t compliant – but sometimes you need to enjoy and compromise.
The Thai prawn boodles went down a treat, here’s what I did:
Stir fry garlic, onion and chilli in a little coconut oil. Then add sliced red pepper, mange tout and spring onions. Cook for 2-3mins. Add the prawns and boodles to cook through. Squeeze over the juice of one lime. Toss through some chopped coriander, sesame seeds and cashew nuts. Cover and cook for 3-4 mins to ensure everything is hot and cooked through. Serve. Hey presto! Easy peasy.
Definitely a new favourite – I’ll be making this one again.
The man: I don’t know why I don’t just use his name, most of you know who he is anyway, let’s just call him “P” from now on, he’s shy. So P and I have decided it’s time we upgrade our clunky, archaic laptops (I’ve had mine since I was 24!) for a brand new shiny one. I’m a Mac lover, him PC. That is, until I gave him my hand-me-down iPhone 4s when I upgraded to an iPhone 5s. Now he won’t shut up about it. Thanks to this lovely gesture I bestowed on him he is now fully on board with the idea of an Apple laptop – specifically a MacBook Air. Now, I have always had my own laptop, but we have discussed that perhaps we don’t need to buy one each, and could share. This makes me anxious. Not because I’m planning to stream porn and not tell him about it and forget to clear my history or because he’s going to see anything I don’t want him to. He knows and sees everything, or I’d just use the incognito tab – that’s what it’s for, right? It’s just the principle. And the fact I’m greedy and like all my own things and would prefer not to share. But he’s 150% rational about money and buying expensive, pretty things. So the fact I have an iPhone, iPad and Kindle is apparently enough technology and I do not need my own laptop. I mean, he’s right. It’s just probably the most expensive item we have ever bought TOGETHER. Commitment, y’all. If anything should happen to this relationship, I’m going to turn all six year old Bronnie and write my name all over that MacBook with a permanent marker.
We thought we’d take the opportunity for a good price brought on by Black Friday this week, especially as Apple have announced they too (for the first time EVER) will include their products in a sale. We’ve eyed up a couple of deals already on other sites for our extravagant purchase, but are hoping that Apple will pull out all the stops at the last minute.
Now it’s just a waiting game, I’ll be ready at my desk at work tomorrow morning geared to purchase. I haven’t told P yet, but because we’re only buying one MacBook that leaves money to buy myself a Nespresso machine. I say myself, because he doesn’t drink coffee. I think that’s a fair deal seeing as we have such huge saving from sharing a laptop. Perhaps I could tell him the Nespresso came free with the laptop? Sounds legit to me.
A firm favourite in this house. Paired with broccoli, basil and pine nut mash.
Followed by a cheeky, sweet treat of fresh pineapple and coconut.
As an adult there are not many surprises left when it comes to gifts. So this year in a bid to get my other half something personal and romantic (proper mushy), I am surprising him with a homemade advent calendar. One of my good friends was browsing in Tiger when she spotted the DIY advent calendar and asked me if I wanted her to pick one up. I quickly jumped at the idea as whilst my other half is a full grown man, he has in recent weeks shown interest in the advent calendars at the supermarket that are aimed at younger generations.
I have decided to fill the 24 shutters with a note per day to say the many reasons why I love him (the mushy bit) and pair it with a small gift, chocolate treat or sexy coupon.
I love the way you say “sponge”.
The best bit is that we fly to Prague early in the morning on December 1st so I will wake him up with his calendar surprise making it all the more exciting before we hit the Christmas markets in the centre of the Czech capital. I love that he has no idea it’s coming and he won’t be expecting anything like it. I just have to keep telling him he’s too old for an advent calendar until the 1st.
Only a week and a bit to go of keeping this charade up, because at Christmas, you’re never too old to be spoiled and surprised.
A quirky and deeply affecting charmer of a novel, Lily and the Octopus is funny, wise, and utterly original in its exploration of what it means to love any mortal creature. This brave little dachshund will capture your heart, as will her prickly, tenderhearted, and irresistible owner. Don’t miss their adventures together.
To tell you anything of the plot would spoil the experience. Just read it.
I haven’t read The Art of Racing in the Rain, but I’m hearing and reading that the two books have a similar concept. It definitely needs to be on my to-read list.
Sending Christmas presents back to NZ is the biggest faff. I end up spending more on the postage than the bloody gift. Every year I say I’m going to spend more on birthday presents for my family, finding personal gifts for them on their special day. And I do. And then October (it starts earlier each year. When I’m 40 we’ll have Christmas carols in July) roles around and Christmas vomits all over London and I feel the desire to buy them gifts to send home. I even spoke to mum and said we’d take it easy on gifts this year, seeing as I was home for Christmas last year and took gifts. And then she messages me this week to say she’d popped something in the post to the boyfriend and I, so clearly we’re doing gifts and she’s broken from the original plan. Like, seriously, we’re all just swapping cash?! Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Grinch. Christmas is by far my favourite of all the commercially flooded holidays – I love giving gifts, finding something perfect for my favourite people. But the idea of hitting the shops in London to find said wonder-gift instils me with fear.
This weekend we have decided to brave the already-mad shoppers and busloads of tourists to get to Harrods. Mostly because I want to buy their Christmas mince pies and gorge on them before December even arrives (totally not Whole 30 approved, but I’ve done my 30 days and want to celebrate Christmas properly, in November AND December), but also because the older members of my family love the biscuits and tea from there. Plus Harrods have super cute baby things for my beautiful, new niece, who no doubt is going to win the present lottery this year.
All I want for Christmas this year is a packet of Tim Tams, a new Christmas jumper and for my boyfriend to sit through the entire Sound of Music film, while I sing along in anticipation of our trip to Salzburg at New Years. What’s on your Christmas list?
Boom, alright! I feel amazing. I’m not stopping at 30 days, I’m carrying on. I won’t be as stringent, because hello! Christmas is on it’s way. But apart from Christmas celebrations and my trips to Prague and Salzburg – I will be eating Whole 30.
Last time I did a Whole 30 in 2012 I was straight onto a glass of wine the day after, to celebrate. Seems silly, I know. But this time round I’m older, more determined and ultimately just not as beholden to a glass of wine like I used to be.
- I sleep soundly every night. Every! I have more energy, I get up and move about more, I’m overall less lazy.
- I have lost 4.7kgs (10.3lbs) and not only do I feel and notice the difference, people are commenting on it. The frustrating thing is that my weight loss is all around my face and shoulders and décolletage. They always say you lose it top to bottom, so I really need to get stuck in now to slim my tummy and ass.
- My skin is clear, my hair is glossy (I think it’s all the salmon and avocado I’ve been eating); religiously drinking water really does have it’s benefits.
I won’t be posting weekly reviews moving forward, instead the odd catch up post on how I’m progressing.
If you are wondering about a Whole 30 and if it’s right for you – start reading up. Knowledge is power. If you understand the eating plan of Whole 30 you can make a judgement. Don’t jump in knowing half the facts. Especially make sure you understand what is approved to eat and what is discouraged. A simple slip up of eating peas (nearly happened to me on day 24) could ruin all your hard work. Not ruin in the fact that you gain weight or your body falls apart, but more your sense of achievement for not making it the full 30 days!
Gripping. This book kept twisting and turning in ways I could not have expected. I could not put it down and flew through the dark and suspenseful chapters.
Losing a child must be one of the most unsettling experiences ever. To then not be able to trust your husband and family makes it even more devastating. As this family try to locate their 6-month old daughter more and more secrets and deviances come out of the woodwork.
As a debut novel, I am now excited to see what Lapena publishes next!
Today, Monday 14th of November I became an auntie for the first time. I now tell everyone I encounter. I know I’m not the mother, nor did I go through the nine months carrying the little bundle but in the lead up to my sister’s due date I was a bundle of emotions. Last night I burst into tears just at the idea that my little niece or nephew would be in the world when I woke up. Tears of excitement and happiness and the sadness that she’s on the other side of the planet to me in New Zealand. I was in touch with my sister regularly throughout her pregnancy, the ups and downs, the family all getting involved and adding their opinions, my sister not always calm because of previously stated family opinions. I was also in touch with my youngest sister throughout – she too was experiencing the high and low emotions that I was. When I received the news this morning and subsequent photos I was in tears again. I requested even more photos and my sister sent some through to me while I was on the bus to work, again the tears came. I never thought I’d be this emotional from a newborn that wasn’t mine – but dear God, the fact she has my blood too and is the next generation of our family is extremely overwhelming. My sister is a mum. A MUM. This blows my mind.
I’m the eldest sibling in my family, yet my sister (the new mum) was first to graduate University, first to get married, first to buy a house and now first to have a baby. She is a proper grown up and ahead of me in all her planning and the setting up of her life. I am extremely proud of her, and while being two years older than her, I’m amazed at how she has taken to everything so naturally. She’s always known she wanted to settle down and have a family – no questions, even after her stint in London and travel through Europe. Meanwhile I decided to flit off to London not wanting to have to make too many decisions and instead keep exploring and having adventures.
All three of us are very different women, however the older we get the more alike my sisters and I are becoming. I love my sisters to bits and miss them every day that I’m in London. I can’t wait to give her a cuddle. Now we have the next generation to enjoy. I can’t wait to cuddle my beautiful, shiny, new, little niece, Pippa. Welcome to the world little one, you will be forever doted upon by your adoring aunties.
We are beyond fully in the swing of this thing. We are owning it like Whole 30-champions. Every day I’m excited to look up new recipes or simply experimenting with the fun things I find in the vegetable zone of the supermarket: courgetti, boodles (butternut squash noodles) and so many different types of mushroom.
Also people are noticing the changes – my face is slimmer, my skin is clearer and my other half is grateful that my emotions and mood are now under control and I’m not up and down every other hour.
On the weekend I finally got around to trying Nom Nom Paleo’s Cracklin’ Chicken. Devine. The boyfriend was overjoyed. I was amazed at the flavour and crunch. It’s a great alternative to roast chicken paired with oven roasted sweet potato and a huge heaps of steamed brocolli. Perfect winter fodder. So easy to make and so cheap considering you’re using chicken thighs – which I think always has more flavour than the breast meat.
I cooked a piece of beef earlier in the week in the oven, roasting it to a crispy outer but still moist in the middle. No idea how I actually managed that – but I’ll take it. There was beef leftover so froogle, money saver me (not me at all, normally) decided to whip up a hearty tomato, beef, chilli soup with the leftovers. Adding mushrooms, carrots, onion, garlic, the leftover beef, a can of tomatoes and a hint of chilli the soup thickened and I was pleasantly surprised as to how it turned out.
I’m looking forward to the week ahead. I feel like we are in full swing and nothing is going to throw us off. Today is day 28, we technically have Monday and Tuesday to go to hit our 30 day completion. But the other half and I have decided we’re going to keep going. Christmas is coming so things will get mental soon. But we’ve decided that unless it’s a special event or night out or Christmas, we won’t be breaking from how we’ve been eating. We’re reaping the benefits and we don’t want to give it up.