Stuck in my head for days

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene


Proud moments.

There is nothing better than coming home after a long, stressful week and being hugged by my parents! Mum instantly made me dinner, Dad sat down and read my articles that have just been published in the newspaper.

As always, Dad tried to offer advice and ask questions, and mum just told me how wonderful and clever I am. I love my parents so much. No matter how many mistakes I make, or how many times I change my mind about what I want to do with my life, they still support and praise me.

It’s just ridiculously lovely to come home and not feel like I’m not good enough, or that I need to change, or be someone better. I’m not sure how four of us are going to live in this tiny flat for six months, but I’m certainly glad they are home.

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Billy Elliot.

Today was yet another one of my favourite days both in London, and with Josh.

Despite waking up at 5am and not being able to go back to sleep. We’ve been in London since lunchtime and have another hour to go before we get back into Bournemouth.

We decided not to buy tube tickets, and instead walked through Victoria, past Buckingham Palace, wandered amongst all the people sunbathing and having picnics in St James’ Park before finally stopping in the massive Waterstones for ages, to buy our language books

And then moved on for lunch in my favourite Slug and Lettuce, in China Town.

I had a Falafel wrap with tonnes of chips! Which was delicious.. And we were served by the same friendly guy that served my friend and I back in March! 20130615-005325.jpg

I took Josh into one of the Taiwanese style shops and showed him random things we used to buy growing up, and some of the traditional trinkets as well. Such fun!

We had a drink at The Punch and Judy pub in Covent Garden, and thankfully the sun had decided to make an appearance, which made sipping our ciders a whole lot better. We ducked in and out of all the different shops.. Clothes, jewellery, vintage markets.. And ended up buying quite a lot of things. of which 3 baby tshirts were on the list!


The cutest part of the day was definitely seeing baby swans and ducks in the lake at St James’ Park… And I even braved getting close to a swan to take a photo of it. It wasn’t my favourite moment but was definitely worth the shot!



When we arrived at Prezzo for dinner, where we had booked a reservation over two weeks ago, they manager said she had no record of it and slung us between two young girls, and an older couple.. There was barely space to breathe let alone eat! And surprisingly enough she found our reservation…

The food was appalling. I ordered a starter of Bruschetta and a main of Penne Arrabiata.


They were both made with gloopy, pre packed sauces which tasted vile and were drenched in oil. The service was shocking and no one was friendly, and we definitely wouldn’t go back there again!


I absolutely loved every second of it. The young girls who did ballet and tap were so absolutely adorable.. Especially the little one who played Debbie. The boy who played Billy was just outstanding, for someone so young to have the talent he did; Singing, ballet, tap and he was doing all sorts of somersaults and backflips as well! All of the actors were amazing, and the show was hilarious, which probably had something to do with a load of young girls using words like wanker, dickhead and tosser.

Clearly we’re all still an easily amused society! But I would love to see it again! Tomorrow if possible.



Growing up is optional

Yesterday was fantastic. I got to be a big kid all over again!

My boyfriend, his godson and his mum Frankie and I went over to Christchurch for the afternoon.

We had chips sitting by the quay, watching boats and ducks drift by.

Then as all children do, Alfie wanted to go on all the playground bits. Of course, I had to join in… And then we moved on to the water bit.

Safe to say I managed not to get drenched, unlike Josh!

But we made water bubbles, ran in and out of the fountains and splashed everyone for a good few hours. Life would be much easier if all you had to worry about was someone sitting on the swing you want to go on.

Such a great day.


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Something old, something new


The last time I went kayaking I would have been about 10 years old. My sister and I went out on a freezing cold lake in Canada – with full on wetsuits, life jackets, the lot. Obviously with an instructor.

I’ve been wanting to do it again for years but have never had the chance.. Luckily for me I have an amazing boyfriend, who happens to be rather in love with kayaking every 5 minutes 🙂

Last Saturday I had the day off and it was a stunning day so we decided it was time to kayak! We bought some food and brought it to the beach, along with the two kayaks. Josh took his two sisters out first, as they hadn’t been before, and then it was finally my turn!

It felt like we were out there for ages even though I’m sure we weren’t. It was so beautiful just lying in the sun in the middle of the sea. Thankfully the sea was quite calm, and it wasn’t too much work. My arms still ached like crazy until Tuesday though. How embarrassing!

It was a fantastic day though, I can’t wait to go again!