Meet. The. Parents.

Meet the parents. 3 small words, a shitload (literally) of anxiety. I'm not talking about his parents. His parents were fine. I jumped in head first by meeting them for the first time in August. By going on holiday with them. For a week. Oh and there was a language barrier. But somehow I didn't… Continue reading Meet. The. Parents.


‘Tis the season to be jolly and joyous

  Okay, full disclosure here. I've been so tired this week after moving that I sobbed for two hours because I made a stain on the worktop. So I just want to feel relaxed and Christmassy, and am looking forward to a  weekend that includes a MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL SINGALONG! Which naturally led me to… Continue reading ‘Tis the season to be jolly and joyous


Moving on up, moving on out

I'm moving on Saturday. It's a long story, but all you really need to know is that our soon-to-be former landlord has proved himself to be totally cretinous. Imagine a landlord version of gaslighting, where despite all behavioural (and legal) evidence to the contrary, he tries to convince you that you are in fact doing him a massive disservice by, for instance, asking that your deposit be protected. He believes that he can't possibly be a dodgy landlord because, and I quote, 'I've never asked you to pay in cash'. SIGH. Anyway, my housemates and I are looking forward to the day when a text from our landlord no longer induces a migraine, and this Saturday are moving to what promises to be a delightful little house in Tottenham.

Blogging, Self-reflection

Little by Little

Is Penny full of crap? It's a question I ask myself often, though not in the third person because that would be strange and somewhat self aggrandising. On this particular occasion, I'm asking it because I frequently end my blog posts with some sort of personal resolution- something I'm going to try to do better,… Continue reading Little by Little


You’re somewhere a part of my life, and it looks like you’ll stay

It's been 10 years since I started at drama school. Holy crap on a pancake. In many ways it feels like it's been 10 years- I'm certainly not the same person that I was back then. We've all grown up, gone in different directions, passed a few milestones. But in other ways I can still remember so vividly the first few days of nervously formed connections- like bonding over a shared love of brightly coloured jeans, and the utter joy of knowing I was about to spend three years working at something I was truly passionate about.


…And Penny will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative blog post

My blog passed a milestone this week- I hit my first 1000 views. I realised it was in sight a few weeks ago so worked to hit the 1000 mark by my 20th blog post, and I did- woohoo, pass me the spiced rum! Never mind that some of those views will be me double… Continue reading …And Penny will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative blog post


I’m not afraid of anything

I love a stupid Halloween costume. The sillier the better, and not just because it manages to circumvent the dilemma faced by women every Halloween, as so eloquently summarised by Miranda in Sex and the City: The only two choices for women; witch and sexy kitten. It's also just because I think it's ridiculous and… Continue reading I’m not afraid of anything