Way, way back around this time last year, Clark and I travelled to Edinburgh to spend his 25th birthday there. It’s his favourite city and somewhere that I was definitely eager to go back to.* Because it was (a tiny amount) cheaper, we decided to get the train instead of flying. This turned out to… Continue reading Richard Branson Ruined My Weekend.
Up until 5th April 2017, I was a distinctly average 23 year old. Average height, average weight, slightly below average shoe size and generally nothing to write home about. I was two months into the Salon Manager promotion that I’d been pursuing for the past two years, was working full time as a dog groomer… Continue reading The Trials and Tribulations of Being Diagnosed With an Incurable Illness