I’m sorry we’ve had a few wondermentless (I’m aware that’s not a word, leave me alone) weeks. It’s mainly because fucking hell why is it so hot my whole face is sweating off my body and how long will it take for someone to realise I’ve died in my sleep of heat exhaustion?!
Other reasons include:
My blog went down and I cried about it for weeks not knowing what to do. Then the wonderful Phil at Pipdig came to the rescue and saved my life.
I’ve had a few busy Sunday’s which is usually Wonderment time.
I’ve had some inspiration for once so have been posting other blog posts and Christ I can’t do more than 1 thing at once and actually attempt to post 2 blog posts in one week because that would just be crazy.
I’m still hot, definitely not sexy just a big hot melting slug, who can barely muster up the energy to get a G&T let alone open my laptop and type some words.
Sooooo, what have I been up to……
Food and Lots of It
Yes, maybe I do sound like a broken record and yes, maybe I am ok with that. Food and I have just got this thing going on and although I try and resist going out for dinner more than once a week, it’s probably more like 3 times…. sorry mum that’s why you had to lend me that £30 before pay day last week.
I’ve eaten tapas, fish finger sandwiches, chicken skewers and pizza and it was all a delight. Although I’m struggling to find places in Norwich (city centre) with good food and a good outdoor eating area, so if you have any suggestions, hit me up.
We also went to The Wallow, which was just bellisimo. You load up a card and then serve yourself wine from basically an adult vending machine, it was what dreams are made of.
Big Fat Mother Fucking Bonus
I know I say I don’t like to swear in my blogs but A) this heatwave deserves a swear and B) so does this mother fucking bonus. I’m not going to talk about the tax and NI taken from it, ok I just have, but I don’t care because I have an extra £1,000 sitting in my bank account this month. I obviously spent it in my head 412 times and decided on things I was going to treat myself to:
- new underwear
- a cheeky little holiday
- spending money for Polly’s hen do
- A trip to the hairdressers for a cut and colour
- A whole new wardrobe (of clothes, not an actual new wardrobe)
- Gig Tickets
- A little London jolly
- A one way ticket to an exotic country
In reality I’ve paid off my overdraft, well done to sensible Sally for ruining my life, God I hate being an adult.
Not really sure why this is so far down the list but it seems about 3million years ago, so that’s probably why. I’m actually (probably) going to write a post on this and whether it is worth working at a festival….. watch this space.
Jose and I rocked up on the Friday, pitched up our tent and headed straight for steak and burger, gin and DJ’s and rolled in about 3:30am. I will tell you more about the finer details in the blog. It was a busy weekend and we didn’t get to see much in all honesty, but we got to see Jessie Ware and she was amazing and at one point we were both just standing there crying holding each others hands.
Josie and I always experience live music and good food together, it is sort of ‘our thing’ and I love spending time with her because we laugh and dance and drink and eat all the food.
When I first heard of Bongo Bingo I nearly wet myself, I love bingo, I love getting drunk and I love being loud and lairy and outrageous, which is basically what Bongo Bingo is. I was out with some of my gal pals and when we get drunk we always decide it’s a brilliant idea to book flights to Maga, just for one last hurrah. This time we were a lot more sensible and instead booked tickets to Bongo Bingo and the icing on the cake was that S Club were going to be there…. oh sweet Jesus childhood dreams coming true. It was brilliant and amazing and S Club were pretty tragic, but I don’t care. I didn’t win the lifesize Phillip Schofield and that was all I cared about, but I’m over that now. I’m already trying to work out if the next time we go we can go to one of their events in Ibiza, Dubai or Amsterdam.
Going out exploring is one of my favourite things to do….. not when I’m tired and hungover though. Mand dragged me out of the house Saturday, when it was about 98 degrees outside and I had a very strong gin headache.
We drove around Southwold forever looking for a car parking space and I’m sure you can imagine how moody I was getting. The only thing on my mind was a diet coke and something delicious to eat to soak up the hangover. After forever we ended up parking at the river *not actually sure it is a river, but don’t know what it is*. We got the ferry boat (it’s a man rowing, cute) over to Walberswick and it was so nice to wander around somewhere I haven’t been for years.
I took some very instagrammable photos and we had an ice cream, from a pink ice cream van no less and we ohhed and ahhed over the pretty little cottages. Ideally I would have loved to go crabbing, but that’s just a bit sad going crabbing with your mum when you’re 27.
I spent a lovely couple of hours with my grandparents last week and it was quite bittersweet, I’ve written more about it here Getting Old.
Here’s to a good week ahead, it’s raining and I’m already moaning that it’s not sunny anymore.