Now I've never been a big fan of dating. I love being in a relationship, having the security of another person being there for you, no more dinners for one (which is actually the size of a dinner for two, you just eat it on your own...) and less guilt about having that bottle (or three) of wine to yourself. But it's the getting there that I can't stand, and since I turned thirty, I've found that my dating decisions have come with a whole new load of ridiculously grown up ques

So this time last year, in my previous life (pre-MAFS) I also penned 50% of a very different blog (having not married a stranger on national television at this point, what I had to say was slightly different…). However, it seems some themes are eternal, and as February 14th rolls around again, I was reminded of a little something that I’d scribed for Valentine’s Day 2016. My opinion on many things has changed exponentially in the last twelve months… But apparently not my hatr

We all make mistakes in life, whether it's a typo in a message to a group chat (✋🏻) or royally screwing up a relationship because of a stupid decision (✋🏻). I think I make more than most but then I am pretty hard on myself. I've spent most of this weekend contemplating though, because of a mistake I made that may or my not have totally messed up my relationship. To set the scene...A few days ago I went out for a friend's birthday and, for the first time, took J as my plus o

Close your eyes and take yourself back to 1999. You'd probably find us wearing our chokers, crop tops and wedges, adorned in blue eyeshadow, at the local cinema with watching the smash hit new movie Shakespeare in Love. We talked about snogging boys and which member of (insert generic 90's boyband here) we fancied the most. We didn't have to worry about the amount of sugar we consumed or how fat our burgers would make us, and we went bowling on our birthdays. So much has chan