Seasonal, Self-reflection

In daylights, in sunsets, in soups, in spreadsheets

January is about soups and spreadsheets. You may think it's about gym memberships, dry January, Veganuary (woohoo), facing the soul-crushing reality of going back to work whilst desperately crawling towards payday, but you'd be wrong. For me at least, it's soup and spreadsheets. Let me explain.

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Self-reflection

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

Self-reflection

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.

Self-reflection

It’s only an absinthe daquiri…

On Sunday morning I woke up fully clothed with my contact lenses still in and glitter all over my bed. I couldn't remember how I got there and feared that finding out would unleash a series of mortifying flashbacks. We'd had a houseparty. I was drinking from a mug and can only assume that by… Continue reading It’s only an absinthe daquiri…