mcr – dub

I should be packing right now.  More specifically, I should be sucking the air our of the vacuum sealed pack of clothes I just compiled - only sans 1 item despite my attempts to Marie Kondo the shit out of my possessions and “declutter my life”. A near-impossible exercise when you find joy in literally … Continue reading mcr – dub

Finding your happy plaice (a working title)

I’m writing this from a cafe-come-brunchery (new word)-come-bar in the evenings-come-hub for ladies of leisure who cannot reverse their husbands' Range Rover for shit, in Didsbury. I arrived home last night after being away at a yoga retreat where my biggest worry all weekend was finding my “center”. I’m wearing Lulu Lemon leggings and supping … Continue reading Finding your happy plaice (a working title)

Padella

I am, the majority of the time painfully aware of how pathetic I am. It’s a hard pill to swallow realising it is yourself who laughs the hardest at your own jokes; who, more often than not finds remnants of lunch on their cheek 4 hours after consumption; I often feel inspired to change my … Continue reading Padella