A very biscuity Biscoff ‘Cheesecakecake’. Layers of sponge and cheesecake filling on a buttery biscuit base topped with a Biscoff drizzle.

When I was, ooh… 17 years old (give or take) I wrote a “dirty” poem for the man I thought I was in love with. I don’t remember the words, but I remember it was a little bit rude, a little bit “naughty”. That poem…

What a month. WHAT A MONTH. Is it just me, or is May easily the busiest month of the year? (It probably is just me.) The end of April (that’s basically May, right?) saw this blog – well, domain – reach 15. FIFTEEN years of…

I was having a conversation with Gaz in bed the other day. You know the type: snuggled up in bed, pillow talk, vulnerabilities exposed, all that shit. And this deep, meaningful conversation — the sort of conversation I can only truthfully have with my fucking…

Off the back of my post about plans for 2017, and following a conversation with my darling husband last night during which I got defensive more than once (even though he spoke the truth) I woke up with fire in my belly. Taking advantage before…

So who got married last week? Just me? Oh :) On May 16th at 11:30ish (we were early) Gaz and I officially tied the knot (as they say; no actual knots were tied). In a short and sweet ceremony where I agreed to love and…

Holy crap, it feels like I basically haven’t stopped doing stuff lately. I’d blame that for my inconsistent blogging but we all know that’s been an issue for many years, so I’ll cut to the chase and get you up to speed on the funky…

Well howdy. It somehow got to January 20th without me noticing. Funny how this time-passing-by thing works. I turned 30 in style, partying the night away with some of my favourite people. I even took two dresses to my party because I am that awesome.…

So now the introspective waffle is out of the way, let’s talk about the small matter of me turning 30 in a few days. Not because of the turning 30 part, there’s nowt I can do about that (and I’m looking forward to being FABULOUS…