Wow, June. You have been a busy little so and so.
This month saw me move into my very own flat and quickly learn that I’m severely lacking in the basic skills needed to survive. I am literally Bear Grylls’ worst nightmare.
For a start, I can barely reach to change the lightbulb that blew on my first day (those candles aren’t for decorative purposes) and I’m currently trawling through a blur of energy suppliers, meter readings and being asked apparently pivotal questions such as “Have you thought about fixing your tariff?”.
Woah woah, who’s fixing what now? I need an adult.
To take my mind off all that boring stuff, the first thing I did was shoehorn all my clothes into the one (very small) space which normally caters for a couple. I mean come on, this is why people break up…
Tucked behind the layers of jumpers are forgotten shoes which are just too pretty to throw out but no longer needed now I’m not hittin’ up Oceana anymore (oh, student days). They’ll never see the light of day again but the inner hoarder in me just can’t bear to part with them. I also chose to buy a bottle of wine over more hangers so there are 10 items on each one which makes getting dressed an assault course of shimmying out t-shirts from under dresses.
The wine, however, was GREAT.
Inspired by my move, my freelance family and I drove in convoy to Ikea to cause havoc and buy furniture. Oh, and we may have stopped off at Krispy Kreme too…
This might look like the world’s most boring choice of donuts when you are faced with sprinkles and dustings galore but you are totally wrong – it’s called keeping it old school and going with the classics.
Actually, due to someone forgetting to fill the Raspberry Glaze variety with jam, they were in fact, pretty dull. On the plus side, we got free ones as an apology – yey! But whoever was on jam duty may have got fired – boo. (Nah, they’ll be fine. We’ve all forgotten to fill a donut with jam once in our lives right…).
Sick of responsibility already, I jumped on a train down to Kent to see Paloma Faith perform at Bedgebury Pinetum on the day of the Summer Solstice. Cue a big moon, lots of daylight and hearty sing alongs.
My forest attire topped off with a big fur coat to keep out the chill
Paloma was charming, funny and belted out each song flawlessly. What a woman…
Back in Leeds and ready for a mid week adventure, I caught up with a good friend of mine and her trusty companion, Chester.
I imagined it would be a chilled drink in the sunshine with Chester quietly sitting at our feet, however he takes after his owner and ran amok in the beer garden, resulting in him having to be picked up and taken home by his dad. I would say they look alike too but Chester is much cuter… (Sorry, Beth. Just look at him!).
After a manic week of late nights and early starts with work, it was so nice to be treated to an indoor BBQ by our place of work, Duke Studios. With sausages, lamb burgers and beef burgers sizzling away, we ate until we felt sleepy and tortured poor Frankie with the smell of the food…
Just look at him!
With a full belly and sleepy eyes, I’m heading to see a friends band play tonight and then I plan to surgically attach myself to the sofa for the next 4 days and do nothing but fry my brain with Big Brother.
There’s only so much a girl can fit into a week, right?