Kate

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After we arrived under the cover of darkness and hurried into the warmth of our cabin, we finished our proseccos and dutifully passed out – it had been a long day, with our journey taking in total about 15 hours after delays and waiting around. As an early bird, I woke up to hear the storm had eased, and to our utmost surprise, the sun was (albeit weakly) shining. Creeping out of bed, I looked out our front door… Which was nothing compared to when I opened it… We decided to don our thermals, and wonder down to the sea front which was about 600 yards from our cottage… We finally somehow got the hot tub working, cracked open another prosecco – this was of course, J’s big 3-0 and who were we to argue with the birthday girl? After the water cooled, it was time to head in, throw on a…

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I nearly missed the bloody plane. Suffice it to say, doing a wine tasting seven hours before a flight won’t end well. Take it from me, DON’T do it. 😂. After a long, horrific, delayed EasyJet flight, we touched down into a brutal storm. A shuttle took us to the car rental place where we were thrown some keys and told by a man in a thick Icelandic accent: “Hold on to the doors. We’ve had one of the cars already lose doors in the storm”… The winds battered the car at 70mph, we blew all over the road in a tired old Hyundai, deep into remote Iceland, with the only respite from the car being blown across the road when we hit a toll tunnel, knowing we were ten minutes away from our destination. Tired from extended delays, arms aching from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, we hooked a…

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February is always a fun month to me – it heralds the beginning of Six Nations, and it also kicks off my birthday month! For the first time in years I threw a party for my birthday – the theme was “Party in the USA”, and there were surprisingly no Trumps, a few statues of Liberty, a baseball player… we threw on some hot dogs, made vodka jelly, had a Spotify shared playlist so people could contribute in the run up… all in all, it was AWESOME. 🙂 I felt super lucky to have had lots of my closest friends there especially some who I hadn’t seen in six years! It made me feel very loved. A few of us went out to the world’s worst club in Putney where we danced the night away to bad music and drank Apple Sourz. Suffice it to say my old age didn’t…

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As I’ve mentioned many times, one of my biggest worries about moving to London was being far from big wide open spaces and lots of greenery and lush wildlife.  That was long before I knew there was the likes of Bishops Park,  Richmond Park and … well actually, before I realised there’s tonnes of greenery to be found in London – quite surprisingly!

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At home, my Mum has what we call the library room. It is possibly one of my favourite places on earth. There are rows and rows of the books she’s read, and there’s so many she’s collected over the years that they line the shelves in her study now, too! Growing up, I soon discovered I shared her love of books. I read everything and anything, finding myself with a particular soft spot for the Jacqueline Wilson books and later on, eagerly waiting at the post box when the new Harry Potter books were due out for delivery…

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Ah Valentines Day. Loved by some, liked by many and simply loathed by others. I have sat in all 3 camps, but having been single for a while now, I find myself comfortably in the middle ground; delightful indifference. I have had approximately 40000 promotional emails about what I should do for Valentines, how I can escape Valentines, what Valentines holds in store for me, book this place for Valentines, and my guess is, everyone’s sick of Valentines Day by now, so today I wanted to write about love in a slightly different capacity…

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Whew, I’m a little late to post my January round up. This is my first round-up post ever, but they’re one of my favourite things to read on other people’s posts. At the end of every month (well, knowing me probably usually a little late), I’ll be posting my month of memories, starting, of course, with January!

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Sundays, over the past few years, were spent proclaiming I was dying after having been out until the sun decided to get up, dancing the night away with girlfriends in SoHo and drinking margaritas like there was set to be a tequila drought in London. Now, I still like a dance, I still like a margarita and I definitely still like a night out, but I’ve also got into the school of thought that weekends – especially Sundays – are rather precious, and should be spent enjoying the day, rather than a gloomy bed day of Hangxiety.

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