How to fall in love in London

A modern love story.

Once upon a time, in a far away yet still kind of unaffordable borough of London lived a young lady (lol questionable but I’ll continue) who was swept off her feet by a handsome gentleman with no commitment issues who owned a nice flat and had a stable job and they –

Sorry I couldn’t continue because I was laughing so much that I choked on the reduced aisle muffin I bought which is strangely dry.

Here’s the real story:

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How to Spot your Parents on Social Media

I’d like to start this off by saying that my mother is MUCH better at life than I am. She’s never late, she’s always on the go, she juggles four fairly testing children and pretends to enjoy it. She can pound all the wine and then somehow make it to her spinning class whilst i cry into my pillow and try not to be sick and she never gets her card declined buying a pint of milk.

She’s a marathon-running, super intelligent, annoyingly attractive, ridiculously funny boss woman.

But there’s one teensy chink in the armour which provides us all with many a moment of amusement.

Social.Media.

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How to be #goals

Disclaimer: I wrote this article eating a chocolate mini roll that tasted like it was made in my dreams.

Here’s a depressing confession. The other day I worked out that I’ve been on a diet of some kind for over 10 years.

Yeah told you it was depressing.

These diets have taken different shapes and forms: clean eating, juicing, an extremely short-lived stint of veganism, not eating after 5pm (awful don’t do it, nearly ate my flatmate I was so angry and hungry), the 5:2, stapling my mouth shut, no carbs, no marbs, no fun, just dust BLEURGHHHHHH WHYYYY.

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How to Cycle 100 Miles

This time last year I got a very nasty shock. I was happily sitting at my desk, eating a cheese and tomato croissant from Pret (delicious) and planning my outfit for a seventies party my pal J was throwing that weekend that promised to be debauchery in flares.

My bubble was well and truly burst when an email dropped into my inbox reading thus

“Just a reminder that the Prudential 100 is this weekend. We’ve been trying to get in touch with you re fundraising but think we may have the wrong number for you (they didn’t I’m just shit with my phone). Anyway hopefully you’ve raised the £600 and are ready to ride!”

Oh fuck.

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