I’m very much aware I’ve definitely fallen off the wagon and have neglected my writing and dedication to the blog. Rest assured, there is a good reason for this and my love of writing and sharing my thoughts with you all has definitely not faded.
Friday night was very exciting. I know everyone loves FriYay – you’ve finished work for the week, have a few drinks, look forward to relaxing or partying or generally doing whatever the hell you please on the weekend with no time restrictions of being out on a ‘school night’. We all love a good FriYay.
I have mentioned countless times on this blog how much of a strong relationship I have with my Mum. Not only a mother to me, she is also my best friend, confidant and official Slay Queen. Queenie E goes all out for her birthday so why can’t I go all out for my mother’s?
In June this year, my boyfriend and I woke up early to make our way to Gatwick airport. Finally, our holiday had arrived!
Why can’t every weekend be 3 days long? Surely everyone would be so much happier if that were the case, don’t you agree? For once us Brits celebrated a Bank Holiday weekend that wasn’t wet or windy (well, not too much anyway!). The most part of it stayed dry and relatively pleasant. So, how did I celebrate my elongated weekend in the sun? I’m so glad you asked…
June 1995, a young woman with a talent for writing had a dream of gifting the world with a magical story. Joanne Rowling was on a mission to get her first novel published. After being knocked back by twelve publishing houses, Bloomsbury took a chance and allowed Joanne Rowling’s dream to become a reality. While she was obviously proud of her work (and very rightly so), I don’t think she expected the worldwide phenomenon that it would incur.
Clock strikes upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away
I’ve done alright up ’til now
It’s the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls.. Loneliness calls…