Though we don’t celebrate it here in the UK, what better day to reflect on what we’re thankful for than Thanksgiving? I used to write a gratitude list every night before I went to bed and it gave me such a sense of calm before drifting off. Lately though, my mind seems to be running 100 mph with Mexico, Christmas and so many upcoming things to prepare for. I haven’t been very good at slowing down, so today seemed like a good day to do just that and do some reflecting. I have my reservations when writing posts like this. Not only are they incredibly intimate but……

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Yesterday morning I found myself spending way too much mental energy thinking about how utterly crap the train system is. I’ve been delayed twice this week already – 35 mins Tuesday, 15 mins Wednesday… How much I pay a year Vs the quality of the service literally infuriates me beyond belief. Once I stepped back and realised the little internal rage I was having, I decided to focus on something positive instead*. I ended up reflecting on all the people who’ve inspired me this week…

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Last Sunday, smelling of smoke from our afternoon bonfire and waiting impatiently for our Chinese, we stuck the telly on and watched ‘Click’. For those of you who haven’t seen it, here’s a really quick run down of the plot of the movie: Guy gets new TV remote. New TV remote not only works on the TV but his whole life! He can literally pause his wife mid-moan, turn down the volume of his barking dog, fast-forward, rewind…you get the idea. *Spoiler alert* Discovering that he…

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Last Sunday, Jack and I had a horrifying realisation… We hadn’t had a roast dinner since Christmas. That’s 9 whole months of Yorkshire pud deprivation! Such tragedy! Why we’d denied ourselves the pleasure for so long we didn’t know but we did know that it was time to bust out the brussell sprouts. So we made a roast – with all the trimmings. And something about it being a Sunday and having a cosy roast meant it felt right to have a few glasses of wine…

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When I first met Jack, I didn’t let him see me without make-up for about 2 months. Like that scene from Bridesmaids, I used to sneak out of bed early so I could re-apply it before he woke up! I was convinced that if he saw me without it, he’d run a million miles. Even now – say we have to leave for an early flight at 4am – I’ll do my make-up (false eyelashes and all!) fresh before bed and sleep in it as…

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