I'm writing this to you from my boyfriend's parents' sofa. It's 11am and I've spent about the last half an hour trying to work out how the telly works. I don't get it. They have three different controls, and they all look like they do THE SAME THING. Honestly. It's working now, but I have absolutely no idea what I did or how I'd do it again. I'll just have to leave it on all day.
So hi! I'm back in the country for TWO WHOLE MONTHS! Hopefully, the weather will stay nice and warm for a while. But I won't hold my breath. We're taking a 'holiday' to do some house hunting (which I mentioned last week) starting Wednesday, but first, the plan is to unwind for a few days and eat ALL the food. Mmmhmm.
Here's what's been going on this week!
1. Flying High
Okay, so this is a weird thing to admit, especially as I travel for a living, but I don't really do planes. Wherever possible, I take a train, a bus or a boat. Mainly because flying is expensive and I haven't been on holiday for nine years. Nine. That makes me feel a bit sick.
So on Saturday, I did not one but two flights. And it sorta freaked me out. I'm not scared of flying, like I'm not that person having a panic attack that the plane's about to crash and Omigod what's going to happen to us, but it does make me feel a bit... off. That bit when you first take off and everything's juddering around? It gets to me because I can't help thinking right, hang on, we're in a huge metal box with some flimsy sticks stuck to either side - this can't possibly fly, it surely can't be scientifically possible. And I know it is. Of course I do, I'm not an idiot. But I find I do best if I don't let myself think about it too much and try not to look out of the window during takeoff or landing.
Once I was up there I absolutely loved it. My fella slept through almost all our or fights, but I just couldn't drag myself away from the window. There was such a thick cloud cover over Spain that there were times you literally couldn't see any land. It was like we were floating over a cotton wool sea.
Also, because I'm basically an overgrown eight-year-old, my bear Betty came with me in my handbag. She quite enjoyed herself, and made a fairly useful extra cushion when the seats got too uncomfortable. Thanks, Betty. Sorry about that.
We finally made it back to Heathrow at about 10.30pm and then we still had about 2 hours in the car to do, so it was a helluva long day, but it wasn't as horrific as I was expecting it to be. None of my stuff got lost or broken, which was what I was most worried about. I managed to restrain myself when we went through duty-free as well, so filthy Burger King aside, it wasn't an expensive day. For once.
2. My UK Holiday
After being away for the vast majority of the last ten months (yes, TEN, yes, it's mental) I don't know if I'm capable of properly conveying to you just how lovely it is to be back in good ol' Blighty.
You miss so many things when you're away from home, and it's not really the things you think. Obviously you miss your friends and family, but it's the stupid little things that tip you over the edge. I can't count the number of times I've ended up in tears because I really just want to eat beans on toast in my onesie, or because I can't find any Pickled Onion Monster Munch. Stupid, tiny little things that don't really matter. But they end up feeling huge when you can't be at home with the people you want to be with.
Sometimes it's easy to forget the pure, unadulterated joy of lazing around on a sofa and watching the telly with a glass of wine. Heaven!
3. Our Long Weekend in Wiltshire
Alright, I'm not at home, but I'm nearer than I've been for quite a while. I'm staying with my boyfriend at his parents' house for a few days in Wiltshire and it's so lovely. My fella took me on a little walk into town yesterday, and we wandered along the canal which looked so pretty with all the little boats floating along and waiting for their turn to pass through the locks.
Then I dragged him into the town proper cos girl ain't been shopping for at least 3 days now. That's getting serious. I was quite well behaved for me, though - I only bought a couple of things in WHSmiths and Boots...
4. Original Source Vanilla & Raspberry Shower Gel
As is pretty much always the way, I went into Boots for two things (conditioner and razor blades) and came out with loads of stuff. I know you're thinking this is a really boring thing to add in my list, but bear with me.
Now you may think this is hyperbole, but the Original Source Vanilla & Raspberry Shower Gel may well be the most amazing-smelling body product I have ever encountered. Period. And it only cost me a quid in Boots.
I'm a big fan of these shower gels because they always smell great. Plus they always seem to be on offer for £1. Up until now my go-to has been the lemon one, it's just so zesty and fresh and smells exactly like lemon curd.
But this one is incredible. You need it in your life, preferably in your shower. Get on the case.
And FYI, I forgot the razor blades. I knew I should've made a list.
5. Costa Popcorn Cappuccino
This one made the cut because, frankly, it's so weird it deserves a mention. You know those things you eat or drink and sorta go am I enjoying this or is it disgusting? I've had three of them in the last week and I still don't know what side of the fence I've ended up on. It's sort of nice and strange at the same time. Have you had one? Could anyone confirm that they are indeed very odd and that I'm not just going totally mad please?
Anyway, that's a wrap for today folks, hope you're having a lovely week :) don't forget to find me on social media, and I'd LOVE it if you'd drop me a comment below to say hi!
Lots of love xx