Lately, I have been living a sort of TGIF life. Luckily enough, life is going pretty quickly at the moment so it seems like each weekend is coming round quicker than the next. Last weekend, I ventured into London from the far away land that is Surrey to see some friends.

On Saturday, I met two lovely ladies who I know from work - Josie and Joanna for lunch at Burger & Lobster - a place that has definitely been sufficiently blogged about in it's time.

Joanna and I went for the lobster roll and Josie went for the lobster. I feel like choosing a burger here would be a bit of an idiot move as every option on the menu is £20. Actually, when I say every option on the menu I can't actually say that as there isn't a menu - something that does get a little annoying as the waitress rattles off the dessert options with a heavy accent.

All options come with chips and a salad, plus a garlic sauce which eventually ended up being poured on my chips - apologies to anyone that I spoke to post meal.

The food was good but I wouldn't rush back. We didn't have to wait at all for a table but if we'd had to (which I think is quite often the case) it wouldn't have been worth the wait. The lobster roll was tasty, the food came quickly and there was a good atmosphere but it wasn't something I'd crave and want again soon. It seemed that the majority of people there (including myself) were more interested in getting the best Instagram possible of either a birds eye view of their food or a group shot of themselves and their friends wearing the obligatory plastic bibs you're given when you order.

Now onto the good bit - the company! Meet Joanna (Jo) and Josie...

Joanna

Likes:
- Country Walks
- History (documentaries, museums, period dramas, books)
- Fist pumps and high fives
- Being a perfectionist
- Cooking and hosting
- Her dog, Oscar
- Embarrassing me
- Using the word ridiculous when she's angry - "This is ridiculous!"

Dislikes:
- Abbreviated words like "courgetti"
- Most songs in the Top 40
- Wearing heels
- Getting up before 9am

Josie

Likes:
- Shopping
- Mulberry handbags
- Anything furry
- Rude boi cars
- Her friends
- Her hamster, Betty
- Shit Films (hello fast and furious!)
- Talking to strangers on the last train home

Dislikes:
- Monday mornings
- Being given directions
- Rose scented things
- When people call  her Jozie

These beautiful girls made my weekend - it's so important to make plans with friends. We all get busy and the weekends go by quicker and quicker each month, but put that date in the diary and stick to it. There's nothing quite like cry laughing with a friend or filling her in on the latest "scandalous" story. Don't take your friends for granted, show them the love and book in something fun to do soon!

Skiing 2016

At the ripe old age of 25, I decided to finally give in and commit to a ski trip with my best pals. There had been numerous years previous to this one where I had considered going but always had a last minute excuse - not enough money, not enough muscles, not enough money or muscles.  After a 2015 News Years Resolution of "Say yes to things" I couldn't say no and found myself committing to my first 15 hour car  journey, my first chalet, my first "lets exercise for six days straight", my first time on a mountain, on a ski lift, in ski's, being filmed hurtling down a blue run with absolutely no control... you can see where this is going.

As soon as I put my out of office on the fear of what was to come set in. This was only aided by the prospect of packing an entire weeks clothes (ski clothes included - those things are bulky) into one bag. When my three amigos (i.e. car buddies for the next night and day) came to collect me they were less than impressed with my two bag approach - one for ski and one for apres, I innocently remarked.  Amazingly we all made it to France in one piece, despite a warning light that came on in Calais and didn't leave us for the duration, a tantrum in a service station and french toilets with no toilet seats.

The mountains were absolutely breathtaking and it quite quickly became clear why this skiing thing was, well, a thing. Yes it was absolutely terrifying and much to the amusement of my fellow skiiers I squatted my way down the majority of the mountains, but there is nothing nicer than the sun shining on your face and feeling like you're on top of the world with your best friends.

So the question everyone has asked, would I do it again? Yes. But would I do it the same way - absolutely not. My inner diva completely came out on the trip. I was in utter shock that the fact we opted for a hot tub over ski-in-ski-out accommodation meant that we had to lug our skis and poles for what seemed like miles until we got to a ski lift. I would have gladly paid good money for the service of someone carrying my gear (or even my entire body) to the point where my skis could be snapped on and I was ready to go. There was nothing glamorous about working up a sweat through my thermals, feeling like bambi on ice and carrying my skis like a baby because I was never going to master the throwing them over my shoulder approach. I also understand that no one likes to be a beginner but when it comes to skiing it really isn't fun. The three other newbies and I spent the first day snow ploughing down what can only be described as a slight slope and then panting our way to the aladdins carpet to stand like toothpaste tubes on a conveyor belt up said slope and repeat the process over again.

My advise to any new skiiers out there - get lessons. I don't know what any of us would have done without them apart from severely hurt ourselves! Second tip - don't be afraid to fall over. It will happen. You will face plant the mountain, eat some snow that was suspiciously salty and have to do the walk of shame sans skis down the rest of the run to your group of friends who are nervously looking on hoping they won't have a full blown tantrum to deal with. And finally  - if you feel faint and decide to embrace the foetal position adjacent to a busy ski lift, make sure your friends go-pro isn't still recording. It's say to safe I won't be going off piste any time soon but I hope it wasn't my last ski trip.

Netflix and Chill

I am an extremist. I am very rarely quite keen on something, I either love it or hate it. I either do it all the time or never think about it. My dad has called me a fickle child for as long as I can remember and he is always bemused at my 'obsessions' of which I quickly forget about when I get bored. This translates beautifully to Netflix. When I find a TV show to watch, however rubbish or brilliant it is, there is nothing to stop me from letting each episode seamlessly slip into the next. My mind becomes mush, my dreams become alive with characters of the show telling me they love me and my eyes forget to blink as I stare space cadet style at my glowing laptop screen. Two months later, the story line will be a faint memory and I'll be cheating on my previous show with another 'recommended for Zara'.

Sometimes I feel guilty about my Netflix binges and think I should be doing more with my Friday night - after all, I am 25 and not 75. Motivational quotes are at an all time high at the moment on social media. These quotes and proverbs have been about for centuries but us millennial's have only just taken note due to on trend fonts and filters. One of them that stands out to me is;"I'll sleep when I'm dead". In other words, life is for living and don't waste it. But you know what? Sometimes living is about giving yourself a Netflix coma, filling your friend in on the phone with every detail of your embarrassing day or taking endless selfies with your cat. You might not be travelling to the other side of the world, meeting a famous politician or doing a sky dive, but you're happy. Don't feel guilty about not filling every minute of your time doing something life changing. You might be changing some young script writers life by watching that shit show on Netflix. You are definitely brightening up your friends day by making her laugh at your expense. Your cat surely loves you more for all the Instagram likes he's getting.

Spend your time your way... it's Friday night and I'm going back to my 6th episode in a row.

Terrible 20s

When I was growing up, 25 seemed like the age where surely I would be in full-swing of adulthood. I would have a successful job where I tapped my keyboard all day, wearing high heels and power pencil skirts, ordering my PA to get me my favourite Starbucks. I'd own a small but stylish house which had been painstakingly decorated with expensive wallpaper and bits of art my husband and I had bought in different cities on different weekends - because all young married couples have the time and the money for constant city breaks. I'd be thinking about starting a family, excited to revamp my wardrobe with cute empire waisted dresses to show off my bump. We'd have a puppy for the training purposes of having a baby, who of course would magically be able to look after it's self all day when we're off doing our long hour high pressure jobs.

The truth is, when you're in your 20s, it is very unlikely that anything will be 'sorted'. I could not be further away from the above at this moment in time and though it's hard to convince myself, I know that's okay. They say that when you get into your 30s you start to be less bothered about what people think about you and the anxiety that follows you around in your 20s suddenly disappears. I long for the day when I don't 'overthink' what people think or have five outfits on the floor after deciding that I have "nothing to wear".

At 25, people around me are starting to get engaged, have babies and buy houses - and that's good for them. Everyone develops at a different pace. Make good plans, look forward to things but live in the moment. Say 'yes' to what you would want to say 'no' to... what's the worst that can happen? 

Let's try this again

My middle name should be 'inconsistent'. It isn't something that I'm proud of, but it is undeniable, I am constantly starting things and not finishing them. Whether it's the half knitted scarf that's been in the drawer for so long I've forgotten how to knit or the fact that one morning I get up for work at 6am and practically clean the whole house before I leave the house and the next morning I'm rolling out of bed at 10 to 9 in a sleepy panic, I do not tend to stick to much. This blog is a classic example as you'll see below my first post entered the world in 2013 and has been alone without other post-siblings for the last 3 years! So here I am again, ready to give it another go and to prove myself and everyone around me wrong!