Our feet dangled over the crashing waters below, our fingers entwined as if to hold onto the moment so tightly. As we cast our eyes over the blue waters ahead, my mind cleared and held nothing but thoughts of you. The night before my birthday had never felt so special and important, and neither had I. To feel so valued, and loved in one moment that it almost takes your breathe away is never something to take for granted so I held onto the emotion for as long as I could.
Your blue eyes bore into mine as if trying to tell me something that I couldn't quite grasp. You wouldn't let me thank you for all that you had done that night, nor would you accept any compliment that I gave. You brushed them off as if it was your duty to make me feel such a way, and you were simply doing your job. I couldn't fathom how unaware you were, that I held you so deeply in my heart. It yearned to know if the feeling was returned, yet no matter how many times you showed your affection, my heart couldn't quite believe that it was love. It couldn't trust you.
I breathed in the nights sky above us, and allowed the salty air to fill my lungs. Would I ever trust you again? It was something that I couldn't answer. Something that only time would tell. Yet I feared the answer so much that it caused my body to ache. My heels locked into the aged blue railings that encased us, which felt as secure as I did in that moment.
I wanted to believe you. To believe in all that you said. In all that we were. To be lost in the world in which we created. Where we would be in our home together, matching pyjamas, eating mexican food that I didn't have to cook, watching TV shows that we loved equally. A simplistic image which caused my heart to skip. As much as the moment was perfect, I was playing a role that I never thought that I would. I wasn't all that occupied your mind and heart, like you did in mine. I shared the space with another.
False promises were common communication between us. I had waited for what felt like a lifetime for the happy ending which you promised, and in that moment. On the seafront, under the stars, the night before my birthday. I felt like it had arrived at last.
I felt vulnerable under your cool gaze, as if you could see into my soul but now I believe that you never did. If you had, you would have known how much pain I was in to be by your side. How much it hurt when you promised and failed, when you lied, when you cheated. Your confidence grew, but mine felt crushed. In your arms I felt safe, warm and protected. Without them I realised how truly seperate we were. I felt alone.
You told me after that night that you were ready to ask me a question. If you had asked. I would have said yes.
I asked myself in that moment, whether it was worth it. Whether my unhappiness, just like our ending, was inevitable. That doubt drifted around my mind often during our time together, and I think in a way. I always knew that it would end in tears. Mine, and not yours. That thought however, would dissapear as soon as you squeezed my hand. As soon as you showed that you loved me in the smallest of ways, all of my thoughts would cloud and my walls would drop.
I loved you will all of my heart, and in that moment. I was the happiest that I had been in such a long time. No responsibilities, no heartache, no memories of those lost. No more struggling to get through each day alone. I wanted to thank you for that moment. I wanted to bottle it. I wanted my heart to feel as free as it did when I was with you on that balcony.
I believed in you more than anyone truly should. I loved you more than I thought was physically possible. I would have done anything to keep us as we were that night. To never leave. To stay as in love as we were on that balcony under the stars.
Around this time of year, you can't see through the dodgy bonfires in everyone's gardens and the budget fireworks lighting up the sky - but this year my amazing friend Simon decided to treat me to a night at Betley Bonfire. Rated in the top three bonfire nights in the UK. So of course I was expecting the best. I was not disappointed.
I am however disappointed that I forgot to bring my actual camera so all I have are dodgy iPhone shots, and singed hair from getting too close to the bonfire itself - but never mind. Off we go.
When we arrived we were led into a huge muddy field, and after a few minutes of protesting - I finally sported the wellington boots that Simon had so thoughtfully brought with him. Who knew you couldn't wear leather brogues to a bonfire? Being one of the first people there we had some time to wander around and go on rides faster, and my god were there some intimidating rides.
Now the first one I had to mention was - The worlds tallest portable swing ride. How do I know this? Because the voice over the speaker said it EVERY. FIVE. MINUTES. No matter where you were in the park, you were informed of that fact consistently until it was normal conversation to remind your friend that it was the worlds tallest portable swing ride at the end of every sentence. I will admit however that it was massive. In fact it was the worlds tallest port... never mind.
You are strapped in, in seats of two and slowly rotated all the way up to the top of the tower, that was slowly swinging from side to side in the wind. Due to the fact that I couldn't stand the idea of the ridiculously strong wind casually swinging me into the pole we didn't go on it. That and Simon's fear of heights. However I wouldn't want to bully him too much about it.
Speaking of bullying Simon about heights, the second ride was one I truly wanted to go on. Of course the name has escaped me, but it swung you around in a circle so high that I could see Simon getting dizzy from looking at it and not only that, but the pod that you were sat in, swung around too. Causing you to be upside down or facing the ground through most of the ride.
Casually ignoring my terrible attempts to take a photo of a fast moving ride, the thing was huge. When I had finally used the puppy dog eyes to grind down Simon's feeble attempts at not going on it, we turned to see the pod wobble. Not just a little, but ALOT. Causing them to stop the ride early and allow the riders off. It didn't seem to be too big of a deal as after a little look at the ride, they let other riders on but it was enough to terrify the crap out of me and fill me with visions of this catapulting the riders across the country.
Now down to the rides we did go on. Now as a constant visitor to carnivals and fairgrounds I am a frequent rider on the Waltzers and the Twizzlers. Too many Z's in those names to me. However, these rides were the most viscous and fast that I have ever been on. It was as if the controller decided to go to sleep and knock the speed switch onto "Unhealthy". Leaving me wobbly and with a throbbing heart after getting off both.
Other than all of the rides (there was alot more, and plenty to do for the children) the entire grounds were taken over by stalls of every type of food and drink you could ever want. Seriously. Picture right now your favourite food. Picturing it? Yep, they had it. You didn't think they would? Well, trust me they did.
Not to mention lots of impossibly hard carnival games, that me and Simon spent lots of time watching to gage of difficult they were to complete. Some of those are impossible and make me want to kill whoever created them but my god I would just spend all of my money on there just to win the giant Toblerone they had as a prize.
Since uploading this photo I have noticed there is a little girl peering through the clouds of cuddly toys. So as a mini game - let's play where's Wally. Or even Where's the child I accidentally shot? She did not look happy.
Now to one of the main events. Why the bonfire of course! Now this bonfire took up half of the farm, and was the tallest bonfires I have ever seen. I might just have been the world's tallest port...damn it all. Anyway! It was massive, and I couldn't understand how they were going to light it all up.
The bonfire was lit from all sides by the volunteers with green flares and my heart almost fell out of my cheat in fear that they would be burnt. Still confused as to how the hell they would light it all there was an almighty bang that terrified me. The fires had sparked fireworks that ran all the way up the bonfire to Guy Fawkes himself who then lit on fire in the most spectacular way. After waiting quite a while, and the fire slowly building the fireworks started. So me and Simon grabbed blanket and took our seat on a hilltop to watch them. I loved that they did it this way, so you didn't have to strain your neck looking up at them.
The fireworks were spectacular and they were timed perfectly with some spooky music such as Thriller by Michael Jackson. Now once again, here are my pathetic attempts at taking photos of moving, bursting and sparkling objects.
I told you that they were bad and they truly didn't do them justice. To be honest, I was too busy staring up at them with my mouth wide open like a child to concentrate on photo quality. Bad blogger Jacqui. While the fireworks display was going on, I was getting progressively hotter and hotter and I couldn't understand why until I turned around to the magnificence that was the bonfire.
I had never seen fire like it. It was if it was a volcanic eruption, and it was lava. The heat was unbearable and it was a struggle to get close enough to it to take a photo but of course we battled through just to show you. Oh, and of course to take an awesome photo for Instagram which we found out was impossible.
Neither flattering nor sensible. So after a few singed hairs and sweating like crazy to take them we decided to leave as it took us around an hour to get out of the car park. In the end 9,000 people turned up to the event. Now imagine 9,000 people trying to get out of the muddiest place on earth in single file. It was madness, and thanks to the amazing volunteers in their high vis jackets, we all managed to get pushed out of the mud and back into the world. Although I must mention as he told me a million times - that Simon is an amazing driver and didn't get stuck once.
I have to say that it was an amazing night, full of fun, food and fireworks. I would definitely recommend anyone to go, and my only advice would be to take some boots as it gets super muddy. I want to say a big thank you to Simon for taking me and nod my rather hefty hat to all of the volunteers who made the night amazing and safe for everyone.
What's been the best bonfire night that you have been to? Let me know!
So where to start.
For those of you new to this term - and trust me I was until a few days ago - a side chick is a girlfriend you have on the side of your partner. A mistress if you will. Someone you used to have fun with and string along with words such as "I want to leave my wife but I just can't right now" or "I love you, and one day I will leave her for you". Now at some point in most of your lives, you will encounter a cheater. It may be your partner or even a friends, but we all know the sort and avoid them like the plague, although no matter what we do - we still run into them and of course fall completely in love before they have even said a word, only to be bitterly disappointed later in life.
Now we have the definition sorted, let me tell you what spurred this blog post to begin with. A few days ago Trisha Paytas uploaded a video about her long term boyfriend, and movie star Roger Bart, stating that he was a cheater as she found herself caught in the side chick web after two and a half years. Now of course, this video has spurred such controversy and manic discussions in the comment section of YouTube (As always!) and has led both Trisha and Roger to be bombarded with questions, comments and harassment. Now I'm not here to agree or disagree with the video but to take you on a little journey from my past history to maybe give you a new perspective - or just to get out my rambling side a little, because you know what happens to those who keep it all inside.
A few years ago I met a handsome guy, who had the cheeky smile, and insulting humour that I love so much. I of course fell for him harder than I had before, and I proceeded to spend every day with him, and if I wasn't there I was telling my friends how amazing he was. As Beyonce said so well - I was drunk in love. So all was well, until I started to spend most of my nights with him, 3-4 nights a week I would stay around until eventually I never left. After coming home from work I would find random items around the flat such as earrings in the sofa and lipstick on the mugs. Of course the explanation was that it was his sister/mother/grandmother, how could I have been so silly.
After around 6 months of living with him, the signs of female visitors in the flat had tripled, until one night I stumbled home, tired from work and found him sticking a load of washing in. Now, this guy had not lifted one finger if he couldn't help it in the entire relationship so of course that was my first clue. The second was a little more obvious - a full orange silhouette of fake tan, in the shape of a female (Tanned nipple marks and all) were on the white duvet. I was heart broken, and completely devastated. Of course looking back, it was completely obvious, but at a young age, and a naive temperament it was the biggest shock of all.
Now there was no way of him passing off those nipple potato prints were his family, and no way he could say it was me (I have stayed away from fake tan since the tragic oompa loompa incident of 2005). My head was full of emotions but my heart wouldn't let me walk away. I picked up the duvet and passed it to him to wash, and I never spoke of that day again. For months following I would watch him walk out of the flat to meet various "family members" and it would be as if he took my heart carelessly in his pocket whilst my trust shattered into pieces on the floor as the door slammed shut. I would silently remove the lipstick stains from the mugs, carefully put aside any jewellery I found, and calmly ignored the girls I noticed wearing his jumpers around the town.
It was as if I was dead to the situation. The pure idea of him cheating on me, was nothing in comparison to the thought of him being out of my life. That was until one day the anger and pure torture I put myself through daily just to be with him, out weighed the good and I burst. Confronting him to what he had done, and had been doing. To this day, something he said stuck with me. "You knew this about me from the start". It was true - he had descried himself as a bad boy, and who doesn't love one of them? I knew he hadn't settled down with anyone for a long time yet I took no notice. It made me cast my mind to all of the women out there who ignored the bad signs, the dodgy looks, and advice from friends just to experience the happy sides.
Now a while after walking away from what seemed like the worst situation, I was in the middle of cutting someone's hair when my phone started to vibrate. My old friend with benefits from when I was much younger had sent me a message, letting me know that he wanted to see me and he was going to pick me up after I had finished. One car journey and a couple of drinks later I found myself "doing the no pants dance" with him. The first human contact since my break up, I felt empowered and amazing. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend and the first person he wanted to see was me. I was impressed, and I decided to live out my life once more. 10 minutes in, and some awkward kissing later, it was his turn to answer his phone. One hand around my back and one on his phone; he sat and listened to the caller.
Of course I was amused and childishly annoyed him while he was listening until these few words fell out of his mouth. "Of course we can get back together, of course a break was a stupid. I love you too".
Now it was fair to say that my jaw hit the ground faster than the speed of light, and my mind couldn't wrap around what had just happened. Had I just become the side chick? The girls that I spent almost a year despising and wishing never existed? To put it short - Yes. Yes I did.
After he put down the phone, he turned to me and smiled. "Where were we?". Now, to put it nicely - a few stern words, and a few items thrown later, he was driving me home in silence. Until he let me know a wonderful fact. Whilst we were together, he was still with his girlfriend.
Now, I couldn't get my mind around the fact that I was the side chick. The relationship ruiner, and the most hated girls in history. I had never been that kind to do so, but as it turned out. I unknowingly was, and had been tricked into thinking that I was special.
Now, what was the point of my tales of past you ask? Well, the reason that so much controversy has been caused over this video, is that Trisha was the side chick, and she was calling out Roger as being a cheater. Now some comments asked "Why would she bother ruining his life like this?" or even "She's the side chick - she deserves it". My opinion on this? Who the hell cares!
Now i'm not here to defend Trisha, but having been in both situations, I know how hard it can be; whether you are the doting partner, or the unknowing side chick. You're both caught in a web of lies, that's easy to fall into but hard as hell to escape. Looking back, I feel just as sorry for the girls I was cheated on with. They were caught in the same web as me, left feeling empty and used, but just as in love as I was, with the guy who lied better than he could walk.
From either side, be honest. Who is the one person in this situation that did wrong? Who was it that lied? The cheater of course. Whether they are male of female, they lied until their mouth was sore, making sure their partner stayed right where they wanted them, and their side chick right behind them waiting for any second that they could spend together. They wasted your precious time, when it could be spent with someone who worships everything you are and everything you have. Flaws and all.
So right now I want you to raise your hand in the air. Yes you. Whether you are in the middle of a work meeting, pretending you are working; in a coffee shop sipping your pumpkin spiced whatever, or even meeting your partner's parents for the first time. Raise your hand up in the air and stick up your middle finger to all the cheaters out there. Those too stupid to see what was right in front of them. To all of those who lied to keep you by their side. To all of those false promises that never came true. To every night you lost sleep wandering where they were. And most of all, to all of those cheaters that never appreciated the beauty that is you.
Now doesn't that feel better? You may now go about your life, and I give you full permission to blame me for any shocked co-workers or parents.
What is better for a sunny Sunday afternoon than a market? In this case, it is my local market that often pops up the The Square for no reason what's so ever, and no warning at all. So I thought I would take you around with me, and show you all that I found.
Now the first stall that me and Geran stumbled across was the pastry stall, and I have to say that it was such food porn! It was set out like a pick and mix, but with pastry and all you had to do was grab a bag and get carried away with choosing food. Of course me and Geran dug in, and I fell in love with the lemon stuffed croissant.
The next stall that we stumbled across was the organic soap stand. I can't explain to you how many different soaps and bars there were, and how amazing they smelt. Each one had a different colour and smell, and some smelt so good you could eat them! Me and Geran were oddly fascinated with the scrubber and couldn't help standing and squeezing it for ten minutes to the strange looks of other customers.
The next stall was a home-made toiletry stand, and I cannot explain to you how many soaps and bottle cascaded the shelves with the most sultry scents. One for every occasion. Me and Geran fell in love with the natural scrubber and almost cried when we noticed the price. I wanted twelve of them!
Now the food that was being cooked and served was all served in big pans, sizzling happily away in front of you. Everything from Thai to Indian to Crepes, they truly had everything. Walking past each stall set your stomach rumbling, especially the hog roast! It was an entire pig, and the lovely man offered everyone a free sample which of course I couldn't resist!
The next stall that I fell in love with was the home and wear mis match, and it had such a cute vintage vibe. The jewellery stands were separate to the home ware but they were so unique and full of oddities that I had to include them! If you are anything like me then you love to stand there and look through all the earrings and necklaces, fall in love with them and then see the price and run far far away. I adored the mugs and as an Elephant is my favourite animal, I made a small yelp at the sight of these statues.
On the handbag stall I fell in love with this little critter which is a coin purse. I imagine his name is Harold and he has lived a troubled life. Don't ask me why, but I name every animal I see old man names.
Now to my favourite stand of all. The stand fall of everything wooden, natural and smells like incense. I fall in love with these stalls and shops everywhere I go, and I always have to collect a wooden cat ring holder each time I visit. (Geran brought me the black and white spotty one you can see on a photo below). I of course fell in love with all of the elephants, and the metal bangle was gorgeous!
I adore all of the wooden figures, and intricate designs. A true rummage stall.
Now I was ready to go for a cup of tea at this point, as the weather couldn't make up it's mind whether it was raining or not when I stumbled across the stall below with the biggest strawberry cables I have ever seen! Not to mention the flumps! To some of you this must be completely boring, but I really am a child in a candy store so these fascinated me.
The only way to end a happy Sunday relaxing, is with a nice cup of tea. This time, we decided to visit one of our favourite coffee shops called Off The Square to have a pot of tea. I adore the funky looking teapots and the plant pot looking cups, not to mention that they do a wonderful pot of tea.
And of course the obligatory selfies however today it is a no makeup selfie due to my skin just not behaving today!
What are you doing this Sunday?
Much love x
Another day, and another follow me around. This time - Birmingham.
Due to my iPhone 5 deciding that it liked to make music by loosening the camera so it sounded like a Lego brick was clunking around inside, and that Siri decided to chat to me of her own accord at three in the morning, me and Geran made the decision to take it to an Apple store.
Well, lucky for me, we don't have an Apple store in Shrewsbury, so off to Birmingham we trotted. Other than the hour and a half long wait in the Apple store, (We were however served by a lovely young man who couldn't do any more to help us) we decided to make a day of it, so I thought I would bring you guys along!
This may seem familiar, but this is a common sight to me on a train ride. Everytime that I go for a journey, there are two drinks that I have to consume... That made me sound like a monster needing to consume darkness but just wait until they have run out... Monster unleashed!
Nothing can beat a cup of tea, and the Naked Juice, is one of the nicest drinks I have ever tasted. It may look like dirty toilet water, but it has nothing but pure fruit and vegetables. Nothing else. Even Geran decided to give it a go after all of the yummy noises I make when drinking it.
So, one of the first things that me and Geran did after visiting the Apple store, was go for a wander. Every time that me and Geran visit Birmingham we tend to do all of the mainstream shops and end up hot, bothered and bashed by crowds, so this time we decided to do the outskirts and take it easy.
One of the first little places we found was this gorgeous little shopping strip. Just a row of shops that are full of unique and kooky places which I adore. The outside alone was beautiful and full of art.
The first shop that drew my attention was a small vintage shop that was full of all things peculiar and white washed furniture which I adore. The Alice in Wonderland teapots are on my official wish list. BONUS GAME *** Spot the Geran in the mirrors whenever I tried to take a photo.
Now, the next shop isn't for everybody but definantly my style. I love all things kooky, and different and these are no exception. Irregular Choice is the best shoe shop for all things...well...irregular! They have shoes with all different designs, heels and colours, and it is one of my personal aims to have a collection of these. Please excuse the window shots but I could resist taking thousands of photos.
My favourites have to be the unicorn heeled shoes, and the bride and groom. Which pair are your favourite?
Now we did have lunch, however I believe I stuffed it into my mouth before I even whipped out my camera, and I doubted that you would like to see the crumbs on the plate. However, if you are ever in Birmingham then find the Food Court which is next to one of the Waterstones. They serve the best Calzone, and I can't go anywhere else when my stomach has the rumbles only Calzones can satisfy.
Well, as my boyfriend is well known for being a massive technology nerd, our trip to Birmingham was no exception. Geran decided that he wanted to visit his old work place in a different town and eye up the Pebble smart watch he was after so off I (was dragged) went. The one thing that I will say for the Birmingham in CEX is that I love the design of the art work in the shop.
You can't run for so long on an empty stomach (And by that, I mean coffee) so we decided to find out way to the Cafe outside of the Oasis market, and on the way we found some amazing Graffiti. I have to say that I love the robots.
I had a normal Latte, and Geran had a Chai Latte and did more playing with the new toy, than drinking but I have to say that they were delicious. They came with little chocolates, that I saved for some reason and they melted in my bag. Please tell me that I am not the only one that squirrels away little packets of sugar and jam for no reason? Yes? Dam it.
So of course after we popped into the Oasis market afterwards, which again is a shop full of random goodies, and the smell of incense. I fell in love with the evil Skull bunny, and I spent around an hour staring at all of the gorgeous necklaces they have. I couldn't get any pictures of the jewellry though as I was getting strange looks from a lady stood next to me.
Now there are only a few places in the outskirts we could look through before the weather got the better of us so we decided to go closer to the town centre where we went into urban outfitters. They have some gorgeous items this time, as usually I am not too fond of their brand. They had a massive photo booth in the middle of the shop where customers could take their photo and stick it to the machine. They also had the best water bottle in the world which made me ridiculously happy.
Now of course I couldn't visit Birmingham without raiding the Make up counters of Sephora, and of course my favourite - superdrug and found some wonderful goodies which made me dribble all over the make up artists counter. I am convinced that's why they have tissue boxes around. Not for removing the product but to remove dribble from envious customers.
Of course here are some of my favourites - especially my benefit obsession.
However they did have a huuuuuuge Moschino teddy, that was twice the size of me to celebrate the release of their new scent which of course I stood sniffing over and over.
House of Fraser (Being right next to Superdrug) was of course the next stop for me where I found out that sparkly shoes are apparently the range at the moment, and that they have some of the cutest stationary that even Geran enjoyed rifling through.
And finally, the last thing that we did was look through the main shopping centre where we ooh'd and ahh'd at the Build a Bear Factory and I found the most kawaii stationary shop that ever lived. I can't for the life of me remember what the name of it was but if any of you know please tell me! There is a milk carton pencil case I must have in my life.
And of course the obligatory selfie of the day.
So there you have it! I apologise for the ridiculously long blog post, and photos galore but I hope you enjoyed following me around.
Where is your favourite place to go for a shopping spree?
Much love xx
Now, I won't claim that my life is very exciting, but IKEA? Now that is exciting! When I had the chance with work to visit IKEA, I jumped at the chance. Then I jumped into a van and headed off to Birmingham with my trusty companions.
Now, if none of you know what IKEA is, well, it's the homeware heaven for all of you out there, like me, who sit and dream of your perfect home. I swear that I spend all of my money on housewares and cosmetics. IKEA has all of it's furniture laid out like an already made home, and it feels as if you are wandering through someone else's home, and it is so big that you need a map to get around.
So, in my excitement I took hundreds of photos and I thought I would share it with you.
The weather was gorgeous, and even though we were on the motorway, I still enjoyed the journey. Of course there was the obligatory funny selfie moment, where I decided to document us all, and the fun that we were having in traffic.
We stumbled across this building, which fascinated me! It looks like a giant Rubix cube, and trust me, the photo does not show how big it is.
Then finally, after around an hour and a half, we arrived. Excuse the dodgy photo but it was through a van window (as I was excited and for some silly reason, I forgot to take a photo of it on the way in).
We arrived around lunchtime, and if any of you know about IKEA, the meatballs are famous. I didn't know this until I entered this massive eating hall full of tables, food and children covered in face paint from the overly friendly yellow and blue covered IKEA assistants. Upon grabbing a tray and queuing for the food, I realised why they are famous.
This, believe it or not, is a small portion. Geran had a large, and he had to use separate plates to have it all on his tray. I can't tell you how gorgeous this tasted, and even though it looks slightly strange, I can promise you that they are famous for a reason.
Now as there were no labels, or descriptions, I had no idea what desert I was choosing but I thought that chocolate was a safe bet. I couldn't be more right, as this chocolatey, creamy, crunchy goodness caused me to dribble after one bite. Geran's however, was not a safe bet.
Now we had not a clue what this was, but Geran is the biggest oddball, and of course chose this one. This dome was full of a light, fluffy cream that had hints of lemon with a little biscuit base. It reminded me of a tea cake, but swedish. It was amazing.
Now after food, we decided to go through all the ready made up rooms that they had, and I spent the entire time just dreaming, and wishing that all of these rooms were mine, and swearing to Geran that we will have a place like this. I may, or may not have tried to live in one of the rooms and got dragged out by Geran laughing. Here are some of my favourites - Have a flick through!
IKEA, being so well known, relies on the quality of their furniture so much so that they have a butt test. Oh yes, this machine you can see below "sits" on the chair hundreds of times a day to guarantee that the sofa will last. Which, of course I found hilarious.
Then once again, I found something else that made me cry with laughter. These mirrors reminded me of the hall of mirrors in fairgrounds and I stood giggling to everyone else's bemusement.
I of course could not resist buying some furniture and home items, so I will have a mini haul up soon with what I bought.
Well, I hope you have enjoyed looking around IKEA with me! What was your favourite room?
Suddenly a wild Jacqui appears!
Why? Because I love pokemon, photos and I got slightly carried away with my boyfriend's new camera, which I totally approve of by the way!
What's your favourite pokemon?
We have all found ourselves twiddling our thumbs on a Sunday morning, thinking of what to do.
Watch T.V? Nah, I do that everyday!
Sleep in? Obviously, but what after?
Clean? ... Just...No.
Well every Sunday, me and my boyfriend go for a potter around town. Living in town, really does have it's advantages, but if you don't? Just hop on a bus! Cheap and cheerful!
Every Sunday, we get up in the morning...Okay late in the morning...Okay I get up at lunchtime.. and then have a big pot of tea at our table and chat about the day ahead. We use Sundays to get closer, and relax into normal life after work. Sort of like a cushioning against the imminent Monday morning feeling.
Once we have had our cup of tea, we head into town to look around all of the charity shops and vintage shops to see what we can find. Charity shops are full of all wonderful and weird items, that fill my house full of character and charm. Last weekend I found a lovely little box, that was blue and white striped with a wooden fish on it to go with my seaside themed bathroom. We both love the thrill of finding something old but new to us, and I have an odd obsession with old battered boxes, or anything victorian.
Once we have found our goodies, or our shoulders are burning with the weight of the bags we stroll off for a light lunch. My favourite sunday lunch is Ryvita with Philadelphia, cucumber and lots of black pepper. It's super simple, but so light and yummy. I heartily recommend it! Which is of course accompanied by a big pot of tea. Sunday is a tea day...Seriously.
Once we have filled our tummies, we often potter off for a walk around the outskirts, and discovering pools of water hidden from all, and climbing rocks that no feet have found. Tranquil areas that fill your mind with peace. Areas you can share with your loved ones, or even on your own that calm your mind and soul. Sounds slightly hippyish, but we all have that one area that just makes you...Relax.
Now depending on what we want to do, the evening can be filled with two options. The first one (If we are being social bees) is popping to a restaurant, or a pub with some friends for a little drink, and a laugh. Sunday is great day to catch up on everyone's week and to kick back and have some fun. The towns won't be full of party animals like on a Friday or Saturday so it will be quiet enough to be intimate, but lively enough that you can meet some interestingly hilarious people.
However if we are being hermits for the night, we head back to our home, and start the pampering. This starts with a nice shower/bath and then digging out all of those toiletries you have stored for no reason for years and finally using them. Scrubs/Masks and lotions that end up creating an exciting but strange smell in your bathroom. My favourites right now are the Soap and Glory body scrubs that smell like cookies. They have oats in them which make me think of food and that...I like!
Then after the pampering session, and when there is too much steam in the bathroom to see, me and Geran cuddle up on the sofa with a nice film. My Sunday favourites are Love Actually, Notting Hill and anything with Melissa McCarthy in it, such as Identity Thief, Bridesmaids or The Heat. I just find her so funny and refreshing.
Cuddles, Cup of Tea and a funny film. What more could you want to wind down on a Sunday night?
What do you all do on a Sundays? Relax at home? Or start a rollercoaster of a day? Let me know!
I won't lie to you, this day trip was from a small while ago (As you can tell from my blonde hair), but I had to post about it.
A trip to the beach is my favorite kind of outing. Sun, Sand and giggles. What more do you need? Well me and my friends Simon and Vicky decided to set off to Barmouth in Wales for a day of frolicking and after two and half hours we arrived and it was worth getting a numb arse in the car for.
We sat on the sea front and had the seaside classic - Fish and Chips from a veranda cafe. It was absolutely gorgeous, and not too expensive (I would definantly recommend a simple cafe over a fancy restaurant. It's always so much nicer and kinder on your bank balance).
The rest of the afternoon was spent running around the shops, and dancing on the beach. Do you all do that random act, where you pick up shells because they are pretty, put them in your pocket, and then forget about them completely? I don't know how many jackets I have emptied the pockets of to find broken shells and pretty pebbles.
Anyhoo, after a wonderful day at the beach we all headed back. Not home, but in fact on a ghost walk. Of course this is normal for my friends, and we headed off to a creepy bridge in the middle of no where. Of course I have no idea where we were, because I so totally did not fall asleep in the car.
The bridge had an eerie tale, would you like to hear it? No? Well i'm going to say it anyway...creepy right? Well the bridge held the tale of a woman who was on her way to the nearby castle to be married, though she never arrived. On the bridge, her horse and carriage was raided and she murdered. At 12 am on a full moon, the horse and carriage can be heard travelling up and down the bridge, and the woman crying out for her husband to be.
I am not going to lie, I was completely crapping myself, and my friend Vicky was so jumpy. Simon just stood there with a smile on his face, as he has been before and experienced the creepy state of the bridge. We stood underneath, all holding hands, waiting for the lady to arrive. Although we never heard anything, we were so on edge, and it the atmosphere was so tense. I of course had barrels of fun, touching Vicky's leg, and pretending it was a ghost to her surprise.
The day ended with a drink at my local pub, reminiscing over the day, and with Vicky swearing she was touched by a ghost. Well I think the cat must be out of the bag now.
It was such a fun day, and I can't wait for the next one to come along.
Let me know if any of you have had a day trip recently somewhere nice, i'm looking for ideas for my next!
Much love to you all x
Oh! For your amusement, here are the windswept photos of my daytrip!