Little Miss Pipe Dream

I'm off work today sick with a migraine so I've spent most of today sleeping fitfully and trying not to vomit on myself. I don't get migraines very often but when I do it's always done to one of two things; red wine or taking too much on. Some of my biggest migraines come at crucial life points - moving house, starting a new job, dealing with intense pressure. All moments when I could really do without lying in bed in complete darkness for 18 hours really. This time it's because I'm just so busy. It's completely my own fault - I keep taking things on because I love having plans and projects but my body is not cut out for it. I was involved with organising my friend's hen do the weekend just been (blogpost to follow about this) which was wonderful and although I enjoyed a lot of it I really felt the pressure to make sure everything was perfect. I know I'm not the only one who suffers with perfectionism, in this age of 'doing it for the gram'

How do you get over a festival? Spend time with your favourite people of course! Boy, was it a good recovery week. Unfortunately I had to have ENT surgery before I could start having fun. I waited three years for it and I'm pretty sure it hasn't worked. My hearing is worse than ever - I can't hold the phone to one of my ears anymore because I can't hear it and I've nearly been run over about ten times now because I can't hear the traffic. But that's ok because I have wonderful people to cheer me up! I was blessed enough to be invited to my friend Charlotte's wedding on the Thursday. Charlotte is amazing - I met her through Twitter and she's one of the best people I know in Manchester. She moved up from London just before I did and she's smart, funny and sassy. She's the reason I ever write on this blog (she's encouraging as fuck) and she has an amazing blog herself. She got married to David, he is equally awesome. They are the kind

So like I mentioned before we returned to Lost Village at the end of August for our second time. Last year Lost Village was a 4 day escape from reality and I fell totally in love with it. We started our payment plan as soon as we got home and the countdown begun! And boy did it not disappoint. The music was amazing again. My favs were Black Madonna, Ben UFO, Peggy Gou and Horse Meat Disco. Everything Everything were pretty amazing on the last night too! I had plans to do ALL the activities available but the reality was I saw two talks ( Oobah Butler speaking about his fake restaurant made my weekend ) and a  lot of comedy plus a small amount of yoga. As my hangovers get worse it's harder to be enthusiastic for daytime thinking! We also went in a  Bathing Under The Sky  hot tub on the Saturday which was well needed. My friend raced down when we got there and secured the best hot tub - right by the lake overlooking the lilies and the dragonflies. I nearly passed out

So this week has been absolutely draining. A lot has been going on inside and outside of work and I've had some extra news to deal with. I'm not the kind of person that stops easily but by yesterday all the signs were there. I was exhausted - so exhausted I could barely move and I still am now even though I slept for 11 hours last night. My brain feels like fog and I want to cry about everything. So instead of my normal exciting Friday night I'm sitting in with a Chinese and watching That Awkward Moment on Netflix. It's surprisingly good for a rom com - I highly recommend watching it if the real world becomes too much for you. This morning I posted up a pretty personal open letter I wrote last July but never had the balls to post. It's probably best I don't leave it that long to post everything on my blog so I'm going to post two this evening - one about my four days at Lost Village and one about the fun I had with my friends last week . In case

I wrote this over a year ago to my ex. He was one of the reasons I left Bournemouth. Not to get away from him but because I realised I wanted more. I've toyed with the idea of publishing it ever since. For months I left this blog completely empty because I didn't think anyone would want to see my boring thoughts. Now I'm starting to write on it and I think I'm ready to share this as well.  To my ex, When I met you I wasn’t looking for romance. Fresh from a messy breakup with a selfish gambling addict I liked you because you made me laugh and smile. You made me feel safe and you treated me with kindness. I was naïve - to begin with it was agreed we weren’t super serious. Over the next five months I came to think that all the weekends together, the shopping trips, the nice meals out, the mini break we booked and the hours spent whispering our secrets to each other until the sun came up counted for something. The crunch came when I said we should make it Face