Now that I’ve strolled into my mid thirties by accident (also known as the do-I-want-kids panic zone), suddenly there’s a looming-ish time limit on one of life’s rather largest decisions… To kid or not to kid? Do I want to manufacture my own small drunk humans?? And...
Christ alive, you humans are wonderful! I received so many beautiful emails in response to my last blog post, it was a great reminder for me of one thing I am sure of – that I loooove writing this blog and connecting with you lot out there on the other side of...
I’m not proud to announce: I’m currently lost and confused about what’s next for my life. What I thought was next is no longer possible, and now Neville is completely stumped, and tbh, he’s being a bit of a dick about it. I’m writing this from a hammock, overlooking...
Somewhere around September something went drastically wrong somewhere in my plans, and instead of what I ordered (a year of joy and ease), I got exhaustion, headaches, feeling run down and constantly on the brink of getting a cold.. for three months. I said to life...
The day I first met Bloody Good Bloke in real life (in a park), the image of a mysterious, *surely* arrogant tall-dark-and-handsome that I’d built up in my head from our first Zoom encounter didn’t line up with the friendly, open, neurosciencey man who I met instead....
On the 7th of May 2020, I gazed across a crowded Zoom screen and met this wonderful man named Bloody Good Bloke. I was so drawn to him (mainly his face, I’ll admit), I freaked out, screenshotted his tall-dark-and-handsomeness and sent it to a few friends. I was...
One hour after selling my crutches from my fractured left ankle, I went for a run and promptly sprained my right ankle, nearly getting hit by 3 lanes of oncoming traffic and getting picked up by a passing ambulance in the process! Would you bloody believe it? I...
“You irredeemable mung bean*”, I shouted at Bloody Good Bloke. “You picadillo!” he shouted back. “YOU… bearded potato wedge.** You… big mac sauce. Uh… not sure where I was going with that.” We like to test out our creative insults on each other at times. *Insult...
For the past few weeks, Bloody Good Bloke and I have been chiselling out time for sex or intimacy before 8am every morning before we get stuck into work. With interesting results! As I wrote in last-last week’s blog post (How to stop self-sabotaging your happiness...
Two weeks ago, Bloody Good Bloke arrived home from his trail run to an important announcement. “Excuse me. I’ve decided we have to have sex every day this week.” “Righto”, he grinned. “What if we make 7-8am our intimacy time before we...
