Talking To Strangers.

I wrote this post on the plane on my way to Bilbao last Thursday. It’s now the end of my … More

Boob sweat, bum imprints and surviving the British heatwave.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of sun. Or rather, I love that it’s not rain. Rain gets … More

A little Sunday night post just because a year ago today at this exact time I was in Heathrow airport … More

“This isn’t going to work. I think we should separate.” Words more than capable of sending a shiver down a … More

Two weeks today I am flying to Switzerland to spend twelve days with Ed, my chauffeur boyfriend, driving through Germany, … More

It’s the hottest day of the year. Humidity levels are high. Humility levels are higher. I dived for a seat … More