The 101 Challenge

101 – Find a goat 

When I chose this challenge, I did it with the knowledge that at the end of my road is an animal sanctuary with several goats. Great I thought, this one will be easy. Awkwardly, the goats were shortly removed from the sanctuary and moved somewhere else, making challenge no. 101 actually quite hard. That was until my Sunday School class finished early one day and in an attempt to keep the kids occupied with something, took them to the farm at the back of the school that we meet at. And what should I find there? …..

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101 Challenges Completed: 5




May I Have A Banana?

Oh. Em. Gee. Made in Chelsea is on its way back. Who else is so insanely excited? Katie and I definitely are, maybe a little too much. I think our whole conversation at lunch today was about it. In case you haven’t seen the advert, here it is in all it’s amazing singing glory:

… Like how do they make them better every single time? A few things about that advert though:

  • First things first. Proudlock. What is with his hair. Is he wearing ponytails now? And that suit? Really?
  • Jamie is in a short sleeved t-shirt. Andy is in a coat. Which one is lying about the weather?
  • Lucy can make ANYTHING awkward. Even if she’s just in a bar, singing an amusing song.
  • Can anyone remember the name of the girl Francis sings to?
  • Spencer likes bananas
  • And if you didn’t bother to watch the video, here’s a little something to sum it up in one photo.


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The 101 Challenge

78 – Go to a market

This one was pretty damn easy. We happen to live in a city that has a pretty famous market, which I go to every time I go into the center. The highlight of this trip was watching a man sell a mop like he was on some sort of game show. He had an example floor and everything.
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101 Challenges Completed: 3


Life Lessons: Keep An Eye Out For Horse Poo

Last weekend, my brother and I headed to London to visit some family friends of ours in Greenwich. After an annoyingly long train journey in the ‘quiet’ carriage (it was NOT quiet. Two strangers sitting behind us had an extremely loud two-hour conversation, where everyone in the carriage learned the girl’s entire life history. Did you know she spent a year in Ethiopia and her dad’s directed a Bollywood movie? More worryingly, she swapped Facebook details with this guy. She was 17. He was 38. Don’t do that. Sorry that was a long bracket. Maybe go and re-read the start of the sentence so the next bit makes sense.), a tube journey with two very excited Americans, a swerving bus and a short walk/run in the rain, we arrived at our friend’s house and sat gossiping over tea. They’ve just bought a new house so we were forced to run out in the rain and complete darkness to see the ‘potential’ of the house – the garden. It was dark. We saw nothing.

On the Saturday afternoon, Luke and I headed out into central London for what turned out to essentially be a really long walk. We started off with a trip to Chipotle, a Mexican fast food place that has only two shops in the UK, both of which are in London. We headed to the one on Baker Street and although Luke says that they’re not as good as the are in America, they were still pretty damn awesome.
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This guy was hilarious. We were watching the inspection of the guards and as they paraded out the last three accidentally walked straight through a massive pile of freshly laid horse poo. This poor solider had to run up and clean it off their boots. Ew. DSCN4219 DSCN4225 DSCN4234 DSCN4244 DSCN4253

Bonus points if you can spot the snail below. DSCN4259 DSCN4265 DSCN4281 DSCN4286

It wasn’t until I got home and showed my mum this picture that I realised that this originally said ‘be yourself’ and someone’s just rubbed out letters so it says ‘be our elf’. I thought they were advertising for a Christmas job … (also, by ‘I realised’ I mean ‘my mum pointed out to me’.)DSCN4296

I’m Back! … With a Chest Infection …

I’m back!  It has been a pretty crazy couple of weeks including camping,  a wedding and a chest infection.

Let’s start with the camping shall we? It was a little festival called Soul Survivor that I took my youth group too. There were some pretty interesting moments with some massive arguments, some slightly smaller arguments and a few more arguments. It was totes dramatic. Oh, and that chest infection. That was fun.

(side note: please excuse the quality of the these photos – I wasn’t going to take my big fancy camera to a field)


If you don’t know, it’s a sort of Christian festival/conference with big morning and evening meetings and seminars in the in between bits, with cafés, clubs and skate parks interspersed through-out the day. If you are a Christian (and live in England), I really really couldn’t recommend it enough.


Here’s some mints – always a necessity for the main meetings


It did get pretty windy one day and the people camping next to us had a little problem with their marquee. As in, all the pegs flew out and it lifted off the ground. Instead of helping, we took photos and laughed because that’s what a good Christian does.

I feel like you want me to tell the chest infection story right?

Well, during the day it was pretty hot. I was wearing shorts. In the evening it was not hot. I was still wearing shorts. Then it started raining. And I stayed out all night, in the freezing cold, in the pouring rain and soaking wet clothes. And shorts. Why, I hear you ask? ……. In my defense, he was really good looking.



The 101 Challenge

Right, we thought it was about time we got round to posting some of the things off our 101 Challenge that we have completed.

So to start:

4 – Get involved with a world record attempt

About a year ago, our school decided to attempt the world record for the tallest cookie tower. As prefects, some of us were allowed to help out by letting children in and out of the room to help build it. I spent pretty much the whole day tiptoeing around because I was so worried I would fall over onto the tower and knock it all over. Seriously, they had teachers standing around the tower to make sure people did go anywhere near it like bouncers. They took it VERY seriously. Though a lot of us did end up stealing biscuits at the end of the day because we had about 10 boxes left over so there were some perks. I stayed there all day (no, not to avoid lessons…) and when the photographer for the newspaper turned up I was one of the only ones that had been there the whole time, so they chose me to be in the photo. Which you can see below:


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My hand looks bigger than my face…


The original cookie tower record was set by the Girl Scouts of Nassau County in America and measured 6 ft 1/8 in tall. However, we did achieve the world record as our cookie tower stood at 6ft 2inches.


101 Challenge Completed: 1



That Door We Can Never Forget

Last night, I spent 3 hours staring at a door. This door to be exact.



Waiting for the adorable little baby to come out and show the world his little face, which of course, was worth the waiting but still. I did spend an entire evening watching a door. Though of course, the BBC keep it interesting with four different angles of the door. Just when you thought you’d got bored of staring at it straight on, you switch to watching it from a perspective slightly to the left.

And of course the commentators. I personally think they deserve some form of reward. Hours of commentating on a subject that you have 5 pieces of information on is not a job I would envy. And of course, once they stopped talking you began to realise how sad you really are, sitting watching a door. There were several times when I thought I would just get up and maybe put the dinner in the oven, but then the door would twitch slightly and I’d stop kidding myself that I was going to move.

My favourite part – barr the baby actually coming out of course – was the interview they did with a commentator who clearly hates the monarchy. What a better why to spend the waiting hours than listening to a grumpy woman go on about how this baby is ‘nothing special’ and how ‘millions of women have babies every day and they just get on with it.’ Charmer.

Eventually though, it was announced that they would come out in 5 minutes, and 15 minutes after that time had passed, they did come out onto the steps in coordinated colours. And then Prince William drove them away; my mum and I couldn’t control ourselves because it was so cute that he did that; and we all went back to our normal lives. Though I couldn’t help turning the news on this morning. You know, just in case.



An Explanation Cocktail

Why a cocktail? Because it’s a lot of stuff all mixed together. It probably won’t leave you feeling tipsy though so don’t get too excited.

You may have noticed, we’ve been absent quite a bit the past few weeks. If you haven’t noticed, we’ve been absent quite a bit the past few weeks. And we thought we owe you an explanation. Basically, we’ve been pretty busy. Katie’s been busy going to college everyday, and I have left my happy, easy unemployed life behind in return for minimum wage.


‘But what do you do?’ I hear you ask …

Oh, listen to my ever exciting job title? I’m the ‘Head Clerk of the Travis Perkin’s Pensions Department’. Ohh, yeah, it’s a laugh a minute.

Basically, my day starts at 6; drive for an hour; have an awkward conversion with the receptionist that seems to know everything about me; sit in an office that gains heat by the second; go for lunch in the car park; back into the boiling office until 7; drive home; think about doing a blog post; go to sleep instead.

So apologies for that.

Anyway, I went to a wedding on Saturday. It was pretty … dramatic … and stressful. The bride did eventually turn up and they did get married, sort of. So many secrets …

But here are a few photos anyway:









And of course, the day after, we watched Murray win Wimbledon! Arghhh! We screamed. A lot.


Wooohhhhhh!!!! MURRAYYYYYYY!