Although it’s not something I frequently talk about on my blog, I do find the concept of dating interesting and I always like hearing about the ways people have met their partners. My own love-life and past relationships are also something I rarely talk about. You’ll probably know that I have a boyfriend but that’s about it and you certainly won’t know about some of the experiences I’ve had with ex-boyfriends in the past! Although not all of them positive, I feel like each experience I’ve had since I started “going out” with people (literally why was it called “going out with”?) has taught me something and left me with a lot of memories to look back on to either smile or cringe at. Either way, it was my life, my experiences and I’m grateful for them.
Format: Library book
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Blurb: At the age of thirty-six, on the verge of completing a decade’s training as a neurosurgeon, Paul Kalanithi was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. One day he was a doctor treating the dying, the next he was a patient struggling to live.
What makes life worth living in the face of death? What do you do when when life is catastrophically interrupted? What does it mean to have a child as your own life fades away?
I know Mother’s Day was months ago now but during that period, I saw a few fun videos on YouTube where people were doing Q&A’s or videos with their Mum. I love watching these videos as they’re always so interesting so I thought of doing my own little Q&A with my own Mum (obviously… it wouldn’t be with someone else’s would it?) I asked about on Twitter and got some questions so let’s meet my Mum and A some Q’s!
I don’t write poetry. I don’t usually “get” poetry and it’s never been one of my favourite creative methods to both write or read. Can I blame it on school? On having that dreaded poetry anthology thrust upon us all in Year 9, in schools all over the country? Possibly. School certainly didn’t make poetry a fun experience; having to dissect every line, every word almost, constant analysis and notations. We were never really allowed to just read it, enjoy it and make of it what we wanted to – if anything.
You know I love books by now… Everyone knows I love books. They are my calling. My soul-mate. My one true love. I honestly do not know what I would do without books and the incredible stories and lessons then hold within them. I’ve loved books ever since I was little and it was my mum which firmly got me into reading, after she used to read to me of a nighttime, tucked up in her bed when my dad used to work nights. We got through Harry Potter and Narnia and since then, I started reading Jacqueline Wilson books religiously. I’ve never lost my love for books and reading although it has dwindled in places down the line. Like when I was 18 and would much rather be drunk multiple nights a week rather than getting lost in my favorite books!
For people like me who aren’t raking in thousands of pounds each month, it can be incredibly difficult when you want to show someone you care about them when you don’t have the money to spare. I treat my mum, dad and boyfriend on their birthdays and spoil them as much as I physically can without being unreasonable but for the rest of the year, I simply can’t afford to buy things for people on a whim or book tickets to see a show as a surprise or anything like that. It’s a shame but obviously that’s reality for a lot of people – unless you’re Zoella and have all the money in the world to spend on others without being in financial difficulties yourself (no hate towards Zoella here, I admire her greatly as an entrepreneur).
Just to clarify before we get into it, the girl in the photo is me not just some random kid. And look how goddamn cute I was! I came home from a trip away to my boyfriend’s parents house “up norf” and saw this photo sitting in my parents bedroom. First of all, the frame is actually mine so I’m not so happy that my mum stole it but I thought it was cute nevertheless. I was looking at the photo whilst listening to Lea Michele’s version of “Wake Me Up” by Avicii (it’s a beautiful cover, you have to listen!) and all of a sudden I started crying. I know it sounds like I’m making this up but I’m not, genuinely, started to cry. For reals.
I love every aspect of a Disneyland Paris holiday: from the journey on the Eurostar, the hotel, the parades and the character meets. But the rides and attractions also play a huge part of the holiday for me. I’m not a lover of big, big rides so Disneyland is ideal for me because most of the rides aren’t too scary but some are just enough to give you a thrill! I’ve spent many an hour queuing for all the rides at Disneyland Paris so here are some of my favourites.
I simply could not pass up the opportunity to take part in this tag – I love Disney, you love Disney, we all love Disney (okay well maybe not all of us and if you don’t love Disney then seriously, what happened to make you this way?) I pinched the questions from Danielle at Underland to Wonderland who’s post you can find here. Enjoy and feel free to pinch! Oh and apparently this tag was supposed to be done in 5 minutes but I didn’t get that memo so it took me more like 5 days.
Last month saw the start of the brand new series of Paul O’Grady’s, ‘For The Love of Dogs’. I don’t know about you but I absolutely adore that show and haven’t missed a single episode since series 1. Paul O’Grady, fellow dog lover, heads into Battersea Cats and Dogs Home in the UK to give us, the viewers, a little insight into the workings of the rescue centre and also the sometimes very grisly background of some of the poor, unfortunate dogs that walk into the centre every single day. As well as extremely informative and eye-opening, the show can often be heart-wrenching and I’ve been known to
shed a tear sob uncontrollably at a handful of cases Paul has worked with on the show.