Do you remember the first time? How it all began in London? Job, accommodation, friends, booze...it happens to us all.
It’s happened – I've had a brush with death... After 5 weeks in Australia I’ve come face to beady face with a Black House spider.
Weight loss... it's a girl's worst nightmare. While the rest of England is preparing to cover up thir skin, I'm heading to sunny Oz. Bring on the crazy tea!
Moving house is a trail at the best of times... but somehow, in London it is all the more traumatic. Battling the tube and evil stair cases are amongst the hurdles. Is injury and a domestic dispute inevitable?