2015: Resolutions

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/b28/80330716/files/2015/01/img_5144.jpgThey’re old, they’re cliché, they’ve been done to death – I know! But I love a good list and even though I’m terrible at organisation, I love to plan. I also find it helpful to think about my personal aims and goals, and so I’m going to jump right in – here are my resolutions, or ‘plans’, as I’m going to call them, for 2015.

1) Be better with my finances.
Ok, I know this is probably the DULLEST thing you’ve ever read but if you know me, you’ll know that I am terrible when it comes to money. I’m pretty good at sorting out the important stuff like rent and bills, but as soon as those pesky things are sorted, my cash burns a hole in my pocket, and two days after payday I am broke again. Yep, it’s beans on toast a-plenty for me… for the following four weeks. This year I want to really get a grip on my moolah and not fritter it away on quite so many unnecessary things! Beer and wine are still total necessities, however…

2) Exercise more.
Since moving to London I’ve not made much time for fitness, which sucks. Back in Bournemouth, I was training and helping to teach at a pole dancing studio I used to be a member of, and was probably the fittest I’ve ever been! But recently, life has got in the way a little bit. I’m going to stop making excuses, re-join the gym, start poling more, and feel strong again. Plus, dropping a jeans size would be a great by-product… Not only that, but when I exercise regularly I genuinely feel happier, more energetic, and super productive.

3) Visit more places in London.
I haven’t actually been to that many places since I moved here. The last five months seem to have been pretty hectic with not much in the way of free time, so I’m planning to MAKE time to go to museums, galleries, etc. Most of these places are free around here, so it would be silly not to visit them!

4) Read more books.
I used to absolutely love reading and could devour a book within a day or so, but I’ve not read that much over the last year. This needs to change, and so I’m determined to get back into it. Like everyone else in the world, I love dystopian novels (plus, the books are so much better than their films counterparts), crime fiction, horror, and fantasy. Goodreads, here I come!

5) Continue to blog!
I’ve been reading other people’s blogs and their grand plans for their little slices of cyberspace this year, but I’m not going to think about mine in too much depth as it’s so new at the moment. I just want to continue creating regular posts, which is probably going to be my easiest resolution to keep, as I do love wittering away on here.

Frankie x

2014: Reflections

It’s that time of year again where we all sit down and think about the 12 months that have just passed, and come up with some (usually crap) resolutions that we probably won’t stick to for more than a few weeks. Normally these are to lose weight, cut back on caffeine, stop smoking, work harder, etc, and I am no different! But this time, I am going to try and slip a few in (ooer) that are actually achievable, like being more creative and productive, as well as the usual rubbish ones (yes, I’ll be joining a gym and giving up chocolate like everyone else).

But before I start on my list of resolutions, I’m going to look back over my top moments of 2014. I think it’s important to do this because sometimes you can become so preoccupied with negative things that have happened, that you forget all the positives! Luckily for me, last year was absolutely brilliant and definitely the best so far. So here are my favourites, most of which feature Ange!

Waking up with Ange on New Year’s Day

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Our first selfie!

Ange and I were both struck with hideous colds last year, and so instead of going out we plonked ourselves in a huge duvet in front of the sofa in our old flat in Bournemouth, and watched Mamma Mia and the London fireworks on TV with a couple of pizzas. Although we both felt totally rubbish, we had a few drinks and a really lovely night in. It’s probably the only NYE that I actually remember!

Robyn’s wedding

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Ange even wore a dress!

I have a brilliant group of friends and we’ve all known each other since we were children. Some of us have known each other since we were around four-years-old, some of us met when we were teenagers. I met Robyn 10 years ago, so it was crazy when she said she was getting married, because in my head, we are still 13! They had a brilliant time at her hen do in Brighton (I say they, and not ‘we’, because we were dragged to see ‘The DreamBoys’, which is essentially a male strip show. The only way to get through it myself was to get drunk) and Robyn announced she was pregnant! She then had her wedding in May, which was gorgeous. It was one of my favourite moments of the year because she was the first out of us all to get married and it just made me realise how amazing it is that we all grew up together and are still such good friends.

Zorbing for Jo’s hen do

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It took us a while to get used to it…

Zorbing was something I had always wanted to do but this was a total surprise to me! I met Jo, who was getting married, through the pole studio I used to train at and some of the other girls had secretly arranged for us to all go zorbing. They didn’t tell us until we arrived at the venue, so when we turned up and realised everyone was really excited. These ‘zorbs’ had space for your legs to stick out, so we were able to run around a football pitch and bounce into each other and play stupid games which was, hands down, the funnest thing I’ve ever done. A few days later we had another hen do which was to learn the dance to Beyoncé’s Single Ladies, which I was terrible at. Both activities were hilarious and a really good idea for a hen do!

Going on holiday to Cyprus

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Taking over a pool at the waterpark…

Ange is a Greek Cypriot and her family own a flat out in Larnaca, Cyprus, which we visited together for a week in June. I had never been to Cyprus so I was really excited and I couldn’t believe how hot it was! The first thing I did was jump in a cold shower, I just couldn’t take it! After a while I got (sort of) used to it. Needless to say, the weather was beautiful and we spent most of our time lounging around on the beach. We also visited a water park twice, which was so much fun. We had some hairy experiences too, such as when I jumped off a speedboat with my (prescription) sunglasses on, which then got lost in the sea, resulting in me clinging on for dear life, not being able to see anything, as Ange jumped us over the waves. Another terrifying experience was when we accidentally hitchhiked back from the water park in Ayia Napa. We had missed the bus and were sulking on the side of the road trying to work out what to do when some random man screeched up in his car next to us and told us to hop in for something like 10 Euros. For some reason we decided that was a BRILLIANT idea, and spent the next half an hour whispering ‘Are we going to die?’ to each other as he collected other randomers who were stranded. Luckily, we lived.

My new job

While we were in Cyprus I had a call from my current boss, offering me the job I had applied for at Reveal magazine! I was so excited, and so Ange and I had a couple of drinks by the beach to celebrate. I have been working at Reveal for about four months now and I absolutely love it. I’ve made some good friends, the work itself is great, and the office is right in the heart of Soho, which is awesome.

Moving to London

We packed up our bags from our little flat in Bournemouth and said goodbye, which was pretty emotional, as Ange and our friend James had lived in that particular place for ages. She went to university there and stayed in the town for a total of six years. I moved there about three years ago, but had only lived with Ange for a few months. I really loved Bournemouth and it was hard to say goodbye to friends and old haunts but I was really excited to get to London! We moved in with Ange’s parents in August and stayed there for a little while before getting our own place, which we love.

Surprise Paris trip for our anniversary

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Our anniversary is on October 15 and I knew for a while that Ange had planned something, because she kept saying we were ‘going away for a long weekend in Nottingham’, which I just didn’t buy into! On the evening of our anniversary I took us to a posh French restaurant called Coq D’Argent which was gorgeous, and then just a few days later Ange accidentally let it slip that we were going to PARIS for a few days! I was so excited and amazed that I burst into tears there and then. Happy tears, though! We stayed in a gorgeous hotel, kissed at the (almost) top of the Eiffel Tower (we were too scared to actually go to the top), visited the Catacombs and went to Disneyland, amongst other things. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and I would love to go back!

There are so many more things to list I could go on for hours, but these are just a few of the highlights. We have loads of things to look forward to in 2015 and I can’t wait!

Frankie x

Christmas round-up!

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This Christmas began with me tearing my hair out on the living room floor as I attempted to fish presents out from underneath the tree and stuff them into a tiny hold-all bag. The plan was to pack lightly, as I was only going home for a couple of days, however I didn’t think about this when I was pre-emptively buying gifts back in October (organised yes, weight conscious, no) because I’d bought so much, they wouldn’t fit for one, and I couldn’t even lift the damn thing.

Now I’m the kind of person who takes at least 200 pairs of knickers with me for an overnight stay (because you ‘never know’ – never know what? That I’m going to come across a pants thief?! I blame my mum for passing on this mental logic) so I presumed it was because I’d overpacked as per usual, but no, I’d just been way too generous on the present-front! Luckily Ange’s mum saved the day by bringing round a huge suitcase last minute so I was able to cram everything inside. I still couldn’t lift it, but luckily I kept bumping into nice men on the tube and the train, who offered to carry it up the stairs for me. I can’t decide if they were just being festive or a bit pervy, especially as one demanded a kiss from me in return (I reluctantly offered him my cheek and an awkward smile), but thanks to them I got to Portsmouth without breaking out into much of a sweat.

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On Christmas Eve my family and I cracked opened a few bottles of beer and walked to the local Italian restaurant, which is only about five minutes away, so we must have looked like raging alcoholics/chavs. After that they came with me to the pub where I saw my lovely friends, drank far too much, and staggered back home to crash out on my mum’s sofa, before waking up approximately two hours later for Christmas Day (ouch, my head).

We opened presents and a bottle of cava at about 11am and then all fell asleep for a few hours before making the voyage to our neighbours house for a gorgeous turkey roast. Everyone had already had a few by the time we turned up and as we sat round the table, discussion quickly turned to important things like the funny behaviour of my cat, Pixie. My mum’s friend randomly proclaimed: ‘Actually, I think Pixie is probably transgender. Or a bit of a boy or a girl. You know, something like that. Which is quite fitting!’ God knows how she came to this conclusion, but I was laughing too much to ask!

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The eight of us then played a game someone had invented, whereby you each write down eight random things and put them in a bowl, before muddling them up and splitting into two groups. One round involves describing a card to your team-mates without using the word itself, for the second, you have to use just three words to describe a particular card, and on the third round, you can only mime. I thought it would be hilarious to chuck ‘Kim Kardashian’, ‘Nicki Minaj’, ’50 Shades of Grey’ and ‘squid rings’ into the mix, and when I saw my brother acting out massive boobs and a huge bum, it was definitely worth it. Plus, one of the blokes started Hawaiian dancing for 50 shades, which is something I will never, ever be able to erase from my mind!

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On Boxing Day my brother and I drove up to the midlands to see our dad and grandparents, and we had a second Christmas dinner followed by a ton of cakes and sweets. By this point I was feeling like my stomach would explode but we powered on through, came back to my flat, and chilled in front of the TV with Ange. The two of them managed to eat McDonalds, which I would have loved, but I was stuffed. However I did, bravely, manage to eat some pick ‘n’ mix sweets.

I had a great Christmas and I’m really thankful to my family for my lovely presents and all the laughter. But now, I’m now ready for the music to stop, the decorations to come down, and the weather to sort its act out. Roll on spring!

Frankie x

We’ve moved!

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Just three months ago I made the drastic decision to pack up my bags and leave the sleepy little town of Bournemouth, Dorset, and move to London for a new job. Although it’s been exciting and pretty fun so far, I’m not going to lie, it’s been quite a huge culture shock too (I’ve never seen so many people in my life and I’ve never spent more than £3 on a pint, so that’s taken some getting used to!) My girlfriend, Ange, is originally from London and she decided to up sticks with me, but because every landlord seems to want a small fortune as a deposit, we moved in with her parents so we could save up.

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