Grief is, and remains, the most complex emotion I've ever dealt with. It rarely appears when you expect it to.On 7 June 2014, my darling mum took her last breath and said goodbye to the world. In the six years since, I've worked hard to live my life around the undeniably huge, gaping hole left in it. Growing up in your 20s without...

Continue Reading

This is my sixth week at home. Six weeks of keeping a social distance. Holing up in my north London flat with my boyfriend, a stack of books, mindfulness colouring book and a 1000-piece puzzle (depicting Tower Bridge, natch) for company.  It's been a weird time, but for me it's been a very privileged time. I live a stone's throw from the Lea...

Continue Reading

Dear London, We’ve been together for FIVE years now. Mad, right? Sometimes I still feel like the helpless mess on week one of commuting life, virtually sobbing in a tunnel somewhere at Bank station as I tried to figure out which exit to take (disclaimer: I still haven’t quite mastered this one). Our union was always a natural one. I studied Journalism at...

Continue Reading

“This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen you without a gin in your hand,” remarked my boyfriend last night. I was sprawled out on the chaise part of our corner sofa, sweatshirt and comfies on and peppermint tea in hand (I’m not sure where the gin comment came from…) And on the TV? Celebrity Masterchef. An old favourite since youth, when I’d...

Continue Reading

This list was painful to collate. I'm a foodie, see. When I first moved to the big city five whole years ago (it's actually my five year anniversary in a few days time), the thing I was most excited about was the food. The chance to try any cuisine in the world without travelling more than an hour from my front door. The...

Continue Reading