I had this message from a Crossfit friend, who I’ve never spoken to apart from at the gym:
‘Hi Hannah! Just a quick note to wish you all the best in your new home (and adventure!). Been meaning to message for a while – miss seeing you at Crossfit. I’ve been randomly reading your blogs. I’ve had a good read tonight, brought me joy after quite a mad day – you’re very talented. I liked the train journey one, haha. Ffion x’
Thank you, Ffion. It’s lovely that my blog brought you joy and just as lovely that you told me. It totally Continue reading
Room 101 Series: Day 7/7
Every day is a celebration for people with average feet who love buying shoes; today’s blog post is for the rest of us.
Seriously. I hate buying shoes.
It used to be quite fun when I was little, going into Clarks with my Mum and two brothers and having our feet measured. The shop assistant would then Continue reading
Room 101 Series: Day 6/7
Delivery guy who?
Delivery guy who has a stupid Continue reading
Room 101 Series: Day 3/7
I have great empathy with people who don’t make eye contact. It can be hard for many reasons, such as tiredness, illness, shyness, lack of confidence, and full-blown social anxiety. I had a bad moment of anxiety the other day – my brother pointed out afterwards that I wasn’t looking someone in the eye during the conversation. So, I get it.
However, some people are routinely choosy with their eye contact, making you feel as if you’ve failed some great test. It happens a fair amount in cliques, showing you that you’re simply not cool enough to be acknowledged by them. Perhaps they would have to say ‘hello’ back if they condescended to catching your eye – we can’t be having that now, can we?
There are times you’re having a Continue reading
Room 101 Series: Day 2/7
Eating out is lovely. It’s even more lovely when the people you’re with don’t insist on interfering with the serving process. This is something my friend drew attention to recently.
The server/waiter/waitress, let’s call them Karen, comes up to a group table and says, ‘Macaroni cheese?’ Now, presumably, the idea is that the person whose dish it is raises their hand, and says, ‘Me,’ or ‘Yes, please’, or ‘Mmm, yeah baby, I won the food-ordering game.’
Jeremy, the world’s self-proclaimed leading connoisseur of cheesy pasta, probably Continue reading
Room 101 Series: Day 1/7
I can’t say I often use a teapot – I’m a teabag-in-a-mug kind of person (when I’m not drinking coffee, that is). I bought a couple when I was young, enjoying the sense of ceremony, which I’ve now passed over in favour of glugging the caffeine as quickly as possible.
If I do drink tea in a café, I regain the feeling of excitement (‘Shall I be mother and pour the tea?’). There is a moment of held breath as I pick up the teapot and attempt to pour…and… Continue reading
I peered through the taxi window as we drove into the street. There it was. A detached bungalow in a quiet cul-de-sac. The house I saw once last year, briefly, and a few times during my childhood. The house that’s going to be my home for a year.
‘Let’s go in slowly,’ I whispered to my brother, Jonny. ‘I want to remember every second.’
The taxi driver said, ‘Okay, that’s £9.90…Let’s call it £9.50.’
I gave him Continue reading