As I sit here with a Bailey’s in hand and the cat asleep beside me, I’m unsure if the scene is classic-21st-century-woman living her best life…

Or just plain tragic.

I wanted today (like most people) to be filled with change and positive actions to represent a new year and a new mindset.

Instead, it’s been filled with exhaustion, a short walk where I panicked I was going to be attacked by a harmless man dismounting his Kayak and mashed potato.

And now, a feeling of self-indulgent melancholy.

Happy New Year.

A lot has changed since I last blogged, properly.

I have become a Godmother, become Vegan, started going to Church, started a Herbal Medicine course…

But a lot of things have stayed the same too.

I’m still single (something I am hoping will change this year), I’m still inhaling the same amount of carbs, still procrastinating and still consumed by worry and dread about the future.

I have been incredibly lucky to have visited Norway twice in 2018 and to meet and become Godparent to the cutest, most loving little girl I know.

I am going there in three weeks to visit her and my best friends (her parents) and I’m very excited.

Apparently, we might try cross country skiing…

That reminds me, I must call KLM and check they have help for people boarding return flights in a full body cast.

I am still in my little Nissasn Micra I bought January 2018. It’s given me so much freedom and independence, and despite the passenger window not working and the funny little sound it makes sometimes when I accelerate, I love it.

The MOT is due next week and I’m absolutely terrified I’ll be faced with a huge bill for repairs. I have never put a vehicle through an MOT before and knowing how old it is, I doubt it’ll get off unscathed!

Plans for 2019 include:

More Norway

Solo trips to the seaside and weekends away in grand country manor’s

Getting physically fit as safely as possible

Finding somewhere to rent

Save money

Maybe 2019 will see the return of me blogging and if it does, it will be mostly travel, veganism and thoughts and ponderings from my strange mind.

Hope you have a good year, make it the best you can in the most simple and humble way.






On Wednesdays we eat cake.

I decided on Tuesday, that I would spend my Wednesday off doing something fun and productive.

Something for someone else that would bring a bit of joy and maybe even a smile.

I thought of my grandparents.

I thought of baking.

And after a fairly stressful trip to the shops to get the ingredients, I spent the next two hours whipping together my most success bake yet.

A Victoria sponge.

With no holes, no lop-siding, no tear stains from where I’ve wept with despair. No cracks, splits or crumbling.

Just a round, cooked Victoria sponge.

Which I then filled with buttercream and strawberry jam and bob’s not my uncle, I had a cake.

I took it down to my grandparents in the afternoon and from what I could tell, it was a nice surprise. My Grampy’s face lit up with glee and my granny even had a slice while I was there and she was most animated, which made me chuckle, bless her.

We laughed, reminisced and ate cake and everything was just lovely.

I hope to get into baking more and experiment with breads as after all, bread is my favourite thing.

Warm with salted butter and a cup of coffee.

Autumn is only 51 days away, so I need to get my practice in to be able to make yummy treats for everyone in the cooler seasons.

Watch this space…