Secret Diary of a Tall Girl #4: Cyprus Diary

Part of me worries I’m only capable of writing posts about bad things, like losing my dog, or that the … More

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

Picture the scene. I’m writing this blog from Ibiza (or wherever the cool kids go these days). I’m so hungover … More

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

Today I spent thirty whole minutes on a bus stopped still at a roundabout, trying to remember what my life … 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

For me, summer holidays mean one thing and one thing only: Books, books, books! Unlimited time dedicated to reading for … More

Written on the bus. It’s very meta. I get the bus a lot. Often just so I can avoid people … More

It has now been two weeks since I began my journey home from Australia in a whirlwind of ice cream … More