WARNING: This Could Get Emotional …

I’m not really an emotional person, and talking about ‘feelings’ and smooshie stuff (yes, that is a word) is not something that comes naturally, but today will be a special day where I let the inner girl in me take over. Why? Because last Friday was one of my best friend’s and co-writer of this blog’s 18th birthday. That’s right, she’s now officially an adult which is both scary and quite frankly, hilarious.


Which leads us to the emotional stuff. Katie is a lover of all things emotional, and I’ve already managed to make her cry with one of my presents which I think is an achievement (they were happy tears by the way … I think), so I’m going to attempt to do it again.

First things first, she’s a pretty amazing person. I don’t think I know anyone else who is so genuinely caring about everything. I remember a group of our friends going round to her house one day after school and then finding her crying in her kitchen because one of them was having a bit of a strop and she thought it was all her fault.


I don’t think I appreciated this quality in her as much as I did last year, when I had to drop out of college because of a virus. The majority of friends stayed in contact for a little while, but after a few months, just stopped calling or texting, while Katie was constantly checking up on me, including me in things and even coming all the way round to my house when I cried to her on the phone. So Katie, for that, I really want to say thank you. Not only for being such a caring, loving friend when I really needed one, but for not giving up on me like everyone else.


I really feel blessed to have Katie in my life. She’s so different to all of my other school friends, who always seem to be talking about who’s going to get drunk at the weekend, and who’s sleeping with who. She holds high morals, doesn’t get molded into how people expect her to be, and is the only person I can have a conversation about Postman Pat with. She never fails to make me smile every single day, and I can guarantee that in 50 years time, we’ll still meet up and laugh about the time that James fell off his chair when she threw a glue stick at him.


So Katie, happy birthday, and in 50 years, we better still be doing our Halloween tradition …

(P.S. And Katie, assuming you’ll show this to your mum, hey Mummy Bullock! I love you just as equally and thank you for bringing up such and such an amazing daughter)



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

My Apparent John Green Obsession

As many of you probably also experience, summer is the best time to get lots of books read without pretty much any interruptions. Whether it’s sitting on a plane going on holiday, sunbathing on the beach batting away sand or just at home in the long hours of the days where all of your friends are on holiday – I find that I can read three times as many books in 6 weeks as I can throughout the rest of the year. Although an enthusiastic reader when I get into a good book, I am not a very fast one so reading 4 books over the holidays is a major achievement for me.

Book 1

Uglies Now if you’ve read a post I wrote back in April, you’ll know I’ve been trying to finish this book for a very long time. However, finally, whilst in Devon I triumphantly read the last page and congratulated myself for finishing a 450 page children’s book after over 6 months ( I told you I was slow). Honestly, it’s a good book and the time it took me to read it is no actual reflection on the quality of the book – it just kept getting interrupted by school work. I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone who enjoys books like The Hunger Games and there are several in the series so you can read more if you enjoy it.

Book 2
The Fault in Our Stars
This another book I wrote about all the way back in April. Even then I thought I was going to cry at this book and wow was I right. It’s an absolutely brilliant book and I don’t see how anyone would not find it emotional to read. It is one of the best books I have ever read, and if that doesn’t tempt you enough there is also a film being made of it currently so if you’re not the reading type then you can always go to see that. However, even being a non reading type of girl, I read this in about 6 hours which, compared to 6 months, I found pretty impressive.

Book 3

An Abundunce of Katherine I began to read this on the way to my second holiday of the summer (which you will be hearing about very soon) and really got into it. I felt almost obligated to read this as a fellow Katherine to know what it was all about. Although if you read a lot of reviews online, many people say this isn’t one of John Green’s best books, I completely disagree. I think since The Fault in Our Stars has become such a cult book (if that’s a thing) quite a few of his early books are being overlooked slightly. As I would with any of his books, I would recommend this to everyone. It’s still very much written like TFIOS, which I feel is one of the main attractions to this authour.

Book 4

Paper Towns Now you may be detecting a pattern here. I may or may not have developed an obsession for John Green books. Since reading these I have also bought every other book he has written. I don’t think that’s obsessive as much as….ah who am I kidding I love him. This book proved to me just how much as it was written absolutely beautifully. Not only is the story intriguing and makes you want to devour it in one sitting, it really makes you think – without trying to be intellectual and being very hard to understand. Overall, I would say this is my favourite of the books I’ve read this summer and if you have not yet jumped on the bandwagon I urge you to leap on immediately because you will not be sorry.

If you know nothing about John Green you can check out his YouTube channel that him and his brother Hank post on because they are honestly brilliant.


Is Life a He?

Isn’t it weird how life likes to laugh in your face? Like he’s a proper comedian. Assuming he’s a he, which I’m assuming he is, mainly because he has an inability to follow directions and take you were you want to go. He’d much prefer to wing it and take the ‘scenic route’ that happens to go the opposite direction to your preferred destination.

What a deep metaphor. Maybe I’m being a little melodramatic. It’s just someone asked me the other day ‘how are you enjoying your summer holidays?’

I’m not on summer holidays. I should be. I should be going into my last year of college with the friends I’ve spent my whole childhood with, and beginning to get really bored of the holidays. That was how I thought this was going to go.

Instead, I’m a college drop out, who has three jobs, one of which is as a pensions administrator. A pensions administrator. My dad’s worked in pensions all his life and when we were kids me and my brothers used to joke that he’d drag at least one of us into a world of RSP’s and WULS. Turns out it was me. Always sacrifice the little one.

Not that I’m going to carry on with that job. I’m getting out as soon as I can, because I’ve already found myself giving out pensions advice and that shit is scary.

I can’t complain too much though. There’s nothing more amusing than watching people’s faces when I tell them I’m 17 and work in pensions.

Also, because I’ve never liked a picture-less post, here’s one of a squirrel, because I had a dream about one the other night and apparently that symbolises pleasant meetings. More importantly, the website then says if you dream of ironing a squirrel that means family pleasures. Firstly ironing?! Secondly, family pleasures?! Even worse, I’ve just realised that this image is from a pest termination website …


Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 3

Part 1
Part 2

So Part 3 will unfortunately be the last part of this as I didn’t manage to get my deleted photos back. Not because my brother didn’t know how to do it, but because I’m so lazy that I didn’t actually bother to phone him. Oh well, you can just imagine them. But you don’t have to imagine these! Here’s part 3 of the amazing and never-to-be-matched again excitement of Wales *cough* lies *cough*.









Moving away from moody ocean shots now, this is the most exciting room in a national trust house we visited on the way back. Apparently, after the owner died, some nuns bought it turned it into a private school, which later became a comprehensive, and this was their art room.


And some stupid hats that has no relation to this whatsoever.





Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 2

Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 1

It’s the second post on the so amazingly exciting adventure that was my holiday to Wales … errmm, kind of. But I think I should be a little more positive about it today, (maybe I’m in a slightly better mood now …) and tell you some of my highlights … and lowlights (I’m not that positive):


  • My mum and I found a department store that was having a closing down sale and I managed to get a designer bag for £20! There will probably be a post on that sometime in the near future, because I’m a little bit in love with it.
  • A barman in a pub trying to impress me by throwing glasses in the air and catching them. I won’t lie, I was a little.
  • Having an ice-cream while shivering, just because my mother was horrified at the idea. Literally, she stopped walking and stared at my dad when he suggested it
  • Losing my Cluedo virginity
  • Running along a deserted beach barefoot, because it’s just not the same with shoes on

And the Lowlights:

  • Rain
  • Cold
  • No heating
  • Being attacked by horses
  • Doing nothing except coastal walks
  • Visiting a castle for a day, then getting there and discovering it’s actually just a wall
  • Paying £2 to take photos in a cathedral but it being so dark only one actually works
  • Having to live in a small caravan with my parents for an entire week
  • Cagoules. Does anyone else have an irrational irritation with cagoules? Is that weird?

Wow, I need to cheer up …

Anyway, I’ve gone off on a massive tangent again. Here are some more pretty pictures:


Showing our excitement at the disappointing castle



He actually can’t help but pull a stupid face every time the camera faces him




Does anyone else’s mum still do the lick-the-finger-wipe-dirt-off-your-face thing? Mine does.





This isn’t a particularly exciting photo, but the tour guide told us that photography wasn’t allowed sooo … challenge accepted.



It was at this point that my computer decided to delete quite a few of my photos – but don’t worry, it was only the best ones I took all week. Grrr.


Part 3 is coming on Wednesday and maybe possibly a part 4 if I can get my very clever brother on the phone and manage to get my deleted photos back. Doesn’t look likely though.



Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 1

Firstly, can I just say a huge apology for not posting for the past two days. We really try to do something everyday, but there appears to have been some rubbish organising going on. I was meant to do a post yesterday too but I didn’t get home until the evening and was feeling pretty rubbish, so another day went by … but we promise to do better!

So as I said, I am now back from my ‘holiday’ in Wales. I say ‘holiday’, my idea of a holiday would be somewhere hot, where you go out everyday and have new and exciting experiences … of which my week in Wales was not. Maybe I’m being a little pessimistic here, but seriously, it rained, it was foggy, and we had gale force winds that resulted in a weather warning on the news. It was also the first holiday I’ve been on with just my parents. Both of my brothers work now so it was just me and the ‘rents, with nobody to climb dangerous rocks with.

Also, my parents don’t exactly do ‘new’ and ‘exciting’. I really wanted to go on a boat trip to an island off the coast, to see seals and puffins. My mum can’t swim, which subsequently makes her scared of boats, so we didn’t go. I also wanted to go horse-riding on the beach. My mum is scared of horses, so we didn’t go. I think you get my gist.

THEN, adding to my general ‘ugh’ness today, I’ve just looked through all my photos and found that I’ve accidentally deleted my best photos … grrrrrr. If anyone knows how to get deleted photos back on a memory card, do let me know …

Anyway, I think I’m done moaning now. On the upside, I did manage to get some pretty lush photographs of the countless coastal walks and castles went to. So many in fact, I’ll have to split them into several different posts, so as not to bore you all to death …






What you always want to see on a footpath …










Because even if you’re wearing two jumpers and a coat, everyday is an ice-cream day.


Parts 2 and 3 coming soon …

But for now, I’m off to read the 1053 blog posts waiting for me on bloglovin’, which, by the way, I don’t like the new layout of. Everything’s just on opposite sides?!