Finding hope in… football?

There’s a donate link at the bottom of this post for Show Racism The Red Card. If you want to skip the nonsense and scroll right there then feel free. It has been hard to feel inspired in the pandemic. I know some of us have really thrived creatively – and the slower pace of…

Spicy vegetable peanut soup

I’m sure I’m not alone in my surprise (and slight disappointment) at the postponing of spring. As this frosty winter weather rears its ugly head, I don’t know about you, but I’m craving proper cold weather fare – a hot bowl of steaming soup that warms you from the inside out. But I’m starting to…

A week in London

I confess, I can be kinda terrible at this content planning thing (in my personal life, anyway – it’s kinda my job at work). It can be difficult to find the time, will and energy to write things to a deadline when you’re doing it for yourself. You can’t force the chatty voice or thoughtful…

My breast reduction journey

I’ve deliberately waited a long time to write this post. Even now, I’m wondering if this is the right time, because the ‘journey’ of my breasts is far from over (I mean, they’re with me for the rest of my life) and I don’t know how I’m going to feel in six months, a year,…

23 things I’ve learned in 23 years

This week, I turned 23. I’m kind of at a point in my life where I don’t think birthdays are really much of a big deal to me. They don’t yet inspire dread, but they’re just a benchmark with which to measure how much of the year has passed. I had a wonderful, relaxed day,…

Meeting the red pandas at Longleat Safari Park

My boyfriend, historically, is not too good at presents. One year he got me a ‘cuddly toy’ that turned out to be a squeaky duck meant for dogs. No, that gift-giving experience was not great for either of us. That’s why I was incredibly shocked and amazed when last year, for my 22nd birthday, he…

Southampton Bloggers You Need To Be Following On Instagram

I’ve lived in Southampton all my life. It is by no means the most beautiful, exciting or progressive city, but it is home. I learnt to ride a bike on The Common, I went to my first ever gig at The Joiners, kissed my boyfriend for the first time next to the old walls. I…

HDL COOKS: Thick and Fluffy American-Style Pancakes

You know you’re starting to reach adulthood when your friends start moving away. It doesn’t hit you until people start graduating from university, and you realise that the temporary exit they made from your life is becoming permanent. Last week, one of my good friends moved out of Southampton and into the capital, and I…

HDL COOKS: Pasta Sauce with Fresh Tomatoes and Basil

Oh pasta. Mender of broken hearts, filler of empty tummies, staple of many a student kitchen. I was an unfortunate latecomer to the pasta fanatic club (all thanks to my mother, who refused to have it in the house because she associates it with poverty…), but now I am here, sat with a dish of…