This title is a little mis-leading… I’ve actually been vegetarian for around 8-months now, but it’s taken me a little while to actually knuckle down and write this (quelle surprise!), so forgive my shoddiness and allow me a little leeway this time…
Back at the end of June, I woke as usual on a Friday morning to get ready for work. I hopped in the shower, fed and watered the animals, made a cup of tea and went back upstairs to wake Ben. However, this morning had a bit of a difference – I was surprising Ben with the news that he had to pack a bag as we were going away for the weekend to celebrate his birthday!
It’s my birthday today and I’m turning the grand old age of 33. THIRTY THREE YEARS OLD. That’s a proper grown-ups age and yet, in my mind, I feel a good decade or so younger (not in my knees though, my knees are ruined).
A few weeks ago we popped down to Hopefield Animal Sanctuary in Brentwood (Essex) to take a look at the amazing work they do and the animals they’ve given a second chance to. Despite it being fairly local to us, it’s not somewhere I had ever visited before and now I’ve been there I can’t help but wonder, what took us so long??
Wedding season is well and truly upon us and my social media feeds are full of people dressed in their finest, sipping champagne and celebrating the love of people they hold dear to them. It’s all a little bit heart-warming to tell you the truth – you’ve got to love love, haven’t you?