I went to see Bridget Jones’ Baby last night. Loved it, if you’re after a review: it may not win over any new fans, but die-hard Bridget lovers won’t be disappointed. Continue reading “Brood.”
So. It’s been a while.
And actually, quite a lot has happened.
So, you know Tinder?
If you don’t, you’re probably lucky.
It’s like the next generation of online dating, ish.
It’s a bit addictive. Continue reading “How not to Tinder.”
I give up.
On love, dating, men, romance, blah blah blah. Continue reading “Wanted: cats. Lots of cats.”
About a month ago, I was out with some friends for afternoon tea. One asked why I hadn’t been blogging recently, and I made vaguely apologetic noises about being incredibly lazy. I really am; I have various posts semi-written, or as bullet points, or tucked away as an idea somewhere in the shadowiest part of my mind. Continue reading “What to do when your boyfriend cheats on you.”
I have a problem.
I’m in love. Hopelessly in love.
With two different men.
Like most girls – or at least, like most proper girls, I love a chick flick.
My top five films of all time are, in no particular order: When Harry Met Sally, Notting Hill, Dirty Dancing, Clueless and Love Actually.
They’re like comfort blankets: they’re always there for me. I’ve watched them a million times, I know the lines off by heart, they just never get old.