Hello there darlings!
A few people have been in touch about London Fashion Week and I’m thinking it would be rather lovely for a few of us to get together and have a meet up ( any excuse for chat and wine) I am already meeting up with the lovely Writers Block and broken lenses and Stehi Lareine ( love these ladies! ) and wondered if any of you wanted in?
Let me know below or pop by one of my social channels and we can arrange it all.
Hope to see you! <3
So BP is in London making it even more fierce, and I mean more so than this –
Apologies for being so quiet as of late. I have a very early rise in the morning followed by a loooong commute. Then all my free time is spent house hunting, which as you can imagine is as close to fun as you can get without actually having any fun! Thus far I have missed an appointment to a dream room due to clamping of car ( only my boyfriend could achieve this on the one day it really mattered bless him) and then been refused a room in the nicest house ever as I had a boyfriend. Seriously..what do they think I would I do? Have filthy, naked, monkey like sexy time on the kitchen table whilst they ate breakfast?!
Anyway what have I been up too? Well this sums it up –
As I have a little time before my beautiful bestie Beave gets back I will share my first part of “Rules of riding the tube”
Always, ALWAYS get the metro or time out magazine when you can. There is nothing quite like staring at the same tube advertisement for STD checks or over 50’s vitamins for an hour to confirm why you must do this or dare break the eternal code of never looking at another passenger the eye…when in a severe rush and unable to grab a reading prop you can always repeat what I saw one girl do, and just stand staring at the door for 40 minutes with your back to the whole cabin the whole time. Now that’s dedication.
Unlike the rest of the country, you’re allowed to be as big of a twat as you want on public transport, as it’s every man for themselves unless being a twat means walking really slowly or getting in my way. If that happens I don’t care who you are ( Rhianna) I am pushing you outta my way, kapeesh?
Learn to breathe through your mouth. Just trust me on this one. There is BO and there is London tube BO.
Learn to expect the unexpected and pretend it’s perfectly normal.
Any how I hear the drunkard foot steps of my roomie stumbling up the stairs so that is all for now! Once sorted home wise I can finally share the magic that was Snowdon with you all and actual updates etc etc until then, if anyone has a house in Ealing they would like to give me, please send it my way!
Love you all long time BBz.
I’m here, I’m alive and no, the mountain didn’t do it. In actual fact I dun got me a new job and I am relocating to sunny old London town. I know, it’s so exciting * girlish squeal* So yes, I have been rather busy trying to sort my life out with very little time. I am rather chuffed to be going on a new adventure though.
Whoot, Whoot! Packing off the bunny tag for pastures new.
As you can imagine, it’s been all systems go but it’s all good fun, or at least I am trying to tell myself that! Thus far I have discovered a strong passion for vacuum storage bags ( the greatest invention after the wheel) and been caught uttering a few intense, tear filled goodbyes to soon to be departed items of clothing. I have beer too, so it’s not all bad-
I’m feeling pretty crazed whilst speedily packing up my flat ( all without any procrastination, such as writing blog posts, taking place) I am also managing to fit in moments of sheer panic and elation , sometimes at the same time-
My flat now looks like a bomb has hit it so I’d better hop off to the rest of the bunnypudding packing party, where the gang are getting into the groove.
Promise to completely fill you all in on everything asap BBz, wish me luck. <3