Sitting with my phone in my hand I followed the lyrics of Lily Allen’s new album West End Girl and felt her anger and hurt. Each word has been placed purposefully into her compositions -  with the justifiable audacity to take back her power regardless of her obvious vulnerable and fragile mentality. 

I’m not a fan of the rain, unless I’m not leaving the house. Then it can piss down all it likes. 

As I climbed the stairs to bed around 1am in a weary daze, I promised myself that today I would not sit at my desk. Yet here I am.

Britain’s gone bat shit crazy. Everywhere you look, there’s a flag flapping halfway down a lamppost like someone with T-Rex arms tried to hang it after three pints of Stella and a fight with their lass. Roundabouts painted like a toddler’s been caught red handed with the ketchup. And there is always someone in a Union Jack cape shouting about “taking our country back,” like it’s a bike that got nicked outside Iceland in Whale Hill.

Yesterday we arrived back home after six nights away. Since we couldn’t fly while Ian is still recovering from his ruptured Achilles, we decided to embrace the opportunity for a UK road trip — and it turned out to be exactly what we needed.

After all the planning, the lists, the laughter, the tears, and the beautiful chaos of the wedding, it’s finally time to pause. At the end of next week we are off on our honeymoon in Somerset, and I am so ready for it!

When you first get prescribed Elvanse (Vyvanse in some countries) for ADHD, it can feel like a lifeline you’ve been waiting for your whole life. You read online stories about people getting their lives back, finally finishing tasks, and feeling “normal” for the first time. But the reality of taking Elvanse is often more complex, more personal, and sometimes, messier than you might expect.

I used to think I was just messy. A bit forgetful. Prone to starting projects and never quite finishing them, leaving half-painted walls and notebooks filled with plans I’d outgrow before the ink dried. I thought everyone felt the constant buzz in their head, the low hum of ideas and to-do lists colliding together, until I suddenly found myself stuck on the sofa in a period of executive dysfunction where I couldn't get myself into the kitchen to cook dinner. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to start this space, and the truth is, life doesn’t always arrive in tidy, themed boxes. Right now, I’m making the most of my days off, basking in the warm afterglow of being newly married, and looking forward to our upcoming road trip to Somerset. I’m in a season of small joys—coffee in the garden, organising my office space, and moments of quiet laughter that remind me how much goodness can sit inside the everyday.