Four years ago today, like actually today, I skipped off the delightful plane and nervously made my way through the airport. Don’t go thinking I was nervous because I had drugs on my person, that wasn’t the case, and no, they weren’t in my luggage either, I was nervous because it was my last chance … More Anniversary happy.
Happy New Year! I feel like staring a new post with “it’s been a while since my last post” is a bit cliché, but also pretty darn common for myself, oopsies. Oh well, let’s get over that and continue with this post shall we now. Alert alert, it’s a bit of a deep one, oh … More Melting down to mould into a new year.
With it being two weeks since I returned from the tropical paradise of the Cook Island, and to my eyes, the tan working its way down the 50 Shades of Brown scale (“you’re so tanned Sam”, say my colleagues, but what do they know. I need me my freckles!!), I thought it an ideal time … More Rarotonga: too beautiful for even my word quota.
I’m off on my island holidays in less than a week, and being fat and on the hideous side, I thought it wise to give my body a neat little kick, cleanse, and boot up the spongy back end.
It’s all about the purchase of cheap flights. That’s the simple truth. A few months back good old Air New Zealand was having one of its many sales, and I snapped up some cheap as tickets to head down to Wellington for a weekend. That weekend felt like a long time coming, but it arrived … More Weekend in CAPS LOCK.
Three English gals, all celebrating receiving their NZ Residency in the last 6 months or so, what better way to toast the occasion, than with tea. You can take the girls out of England… Myself and two girlfriends, who a little over three years ago, were complete strangers to each other, having all arrived in … More Tea for two. Or in this case, three is the magic number.
Day 1. Fat. Day 2. Still fat. Day 3. I wish I was as fat as I was on Day 1. Day 4. I wonder if it would hurt to sew, or even staple, my mouth shut? Day 268. I’m a mess. Today. Let’s sort this shit.
After two weeks of bed rest, I was as keen as my 50 hour working week boyfriend to get away from it all. With the Queen having a birthday weekend, giving us a bonus play day, I suggested a night camping under the stars to escape real life. With it being the start of Winter, … More Fit for a Queen…s Birthday.
ROAD TRIIIIIIIIIP! Yip, sure has been a while, but a weekend was on the cards and so was a road trip. A 7.45am Saturday morning pick up: two smiles and two tired faces, four English lasses were en route to Whitianga for the weekend. Toot toot! The aim of the weekend, to spa or not … More A beautiful form of wit
Work / Life Balance. That’s all the rage this day and age isn’t it just. When I was a youth, it was fact that my parents worked full time, we went to school, we came home, ate dinner, went to bed. Weekends we played, outside. Then sleep, cleanse, repeat. For 16 years. It worked. “A … More “My neck, my back, my neck and my back”