It’s Mental Health Awareness Week, and after a long time deliberating whether or not to write properly about my funny little brain, this feels like the right time to be honest, open, and help to end the stigma around mental health.
The fourth month of 2018 is almost up, brace yourself for Justin Timberlake memes from every corner of the internet over the coming days. I thought i’d start writing monthly overviews, partly because its nice to look back on the highs (and maybe lows) of each month, and partly because i’m nosy as shit and love reading them, so I figured you, dear reader, might feel the same way.
Hi, i’m Hannah. I’m a 25 year-old London-dweller who loves cats and plants very much. My favourite foods are pizza and pasta, although I almost never allow myself to eat them, and my day job involves me knowing an awful lot about pensions. I have a boyfriend of three and a bit years, and I moan about the cost of living more than I moan about anything else. I like to talk about politics and take photos of pretty people, places and objects. One day I hope to live in a beautiful, sunny place, with my boyfriend, my sixteen cats, and my umpteen breeds of tropical plant. Jury’s still out on kids. Wbu?
I have just returned from a blissful four day break in The Hague, Netherlands. The Hague is around 40 minutes to an hour on the train from Amsterdam, and is half an hour from the airport. It’s the third biggest city in the Netherlands, following Amsterdam (of course) and Rotterdam. The Hague is home to the Netherland’s parliament, and as such hosts many “important” buildings and museums (of which I visited none…).
It’s April already, I can barely believe it. It feels like only a week ago I was bringing in the new year with my friends and several terrible renditions of Wonderwall. After months of allowing myself to develop some chub (ok, a year or so, whatever), and a year of being too skint for a gym membership, i’ve finally got enough motivation (and money) to get my arse in the gym, put some veg on my plate, and shift some of the excess rolls that have appeared since I began working full time.
Last weekend, my life turned into a real life episode of Sex and the City, far more so than when i’m actually at home in London, when life is never even remotely glamorous enough to compete. Remember the baby shower episode, where Carrie and co head out to the Connecticut to attend said baby shower and were unbelievably out of place and uncomfortable? Well on Saturday, Rai and I got up close and personal with a life outside London, and we couldn’t have looked more wide eyes and alarmed if we tried.
Are you a meat eater with a vegan friend? Do you struggle to find a restaurant that works for both of you? Well look no further. Islington’s branch of American-style restaurant, The Diner, along with The Strand, Dalston and Spitalfields branches, thoroughly caters for vegans with a packed-out menu that far surpasses the usual tomato pasta or “salad without the dressing”.