Richmond Tea Rooms

Friday, 16 January 2015

There nothing much that I love more in life than tea and cake.
No matter what time, what day, what occasion, if tea and cake is offered, I'm there!

Bill's Breakfast

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day. If I could eat breakfast for my three meals a day, there's no doubt that I would happily do that.

Beating January Blues.

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Photo of me by Mel Knight

January is always the month where you set goals, get excited for the year ahead and plan everything out neatly in your brand new diary. But, ultimately, you still get down in the dumps.

January blues is a thing. The days are short and grey, your bank account looks emaciated, and you're paying for that horrendous (but, let's admit, it was great) diet  that you have been gorging on over the past few weeks. You feel fed up, spiritless and bored. And don't even get me started on having to go back to work/school/university - where on earth did Christmas break even go?!

The Piano Man

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Photo taken in Sheffield Train Station, UK

I sighed and groaned as my Starbucks lid failed to live up to it's job and tea launched itself out of the drinking hole.

Two Thousand and Fifteen.

Friday, 2 January 2015

It really bothers me when people say 'I don't see the point in new year's resolutions. You can decide to change yourself or join the gym any day, why do it because it's a new year?'.

For many people, including myself, a new year is a fresh start. Yes, I know it's just another day and the goals I set to achieve for myself can be set at any time, I can start exercising tomorrow and I could have done that clean out months ago, but sometimes, I, and sometime others, need an excuse. An opportunity.

New Year's Eve, 2014

Thursday, 1 January 2015

New year's eve was always one of those things for me that was over hyped and, the majority of the time, disappointing. I went out drinking, because that's what I thought you were expected to do, squandered my non-earned money for over-priced drinks, that I didn't even really like, and made do with the social norms that was the last day of the year.
When my ex took me to London for new year, not a touch of alcohol was consumed, not a penny was spent on things that we didn't really want or need, and I realised then, it was who you spent the night with, not what you do, where you are, or how drunk you may be - it's all about starting the year with people that matter.

So, this year - wait, no, last year - I spent my NYE with two of my best friends.