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Oui oui, good good.

I made an executive decision at the beginning of the year (no, not a resolution) that I’d be more adventurous this year. That is, go on more adventures. In fact I probably already have a healthy appetite for not just using my weekends for being a pisshead, but I decided that unless I book time to do things, I’ll always find excuses. So book away I did.

A midweek day out in Paris with the girls was a perfect antidote to February misery.

A respectable bunch.

A respectable bunch.

One man and his birds.

One man and his birds.

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It’s nice that some people are in love.

We spent 100 fucking euro on hot chocolate.

We spent 100 fucking euro on hot chocolate.

This was graffiti'd on a wall leading down into somewhere you really wouldn't want to dance.

This was graffiti’d on a wall leading down into somewhere you really wouldn’t want to dance.

Paris. Innit.

Paris. Innit.

Hometime treats.

Hometime treats.

Despite being ridiculously exhausted by the time we trundled in to St. Pancras, it was a beautiful day all round. Full of excessive amounts of naughtiness, delicious things and one of those aggressive bouts of the giggles in inappropriate places, which left me streaming in tears. Adventures are fun, but they’re at their best with fun company.

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Breakfast Countdown – No. 4

4) My 20th Birthday – Student House

Having lived together for a few months, the girls I lived with new precisely how much I bloody loved breakfast; so along with a couple of our other friends, they arranged a big old birthday breakfast for me to celebrate my 20th.

Except, I managed to ruin it by waking up earlier than everyone else, after we’d been out on the lash the night before to celebrate.

I woke up really early for a post-booze piss to find Sam busying himself in our kitchen, unpacking bagels and other such treats. I got shouted at a bit and banished back to bed. When I was eventually allowed out of my room, I came downstairs to find a veritable treasure trove of presents waiting for me, along with buckets of yogurt and juice, fruit, baked goods and tea on the boil.

My housemates slowly emerged from their rooms at the smell of toast and the present opening and breakfast munching began.

Not only was everything utterly delicious, I was really really touched by how sweet a gesture it was, even if my pesky bladder got in the way.

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People say that “We’ll never change…”

Change both terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. 

I’d say that most people would agree with this. We know change does us good. It shakes things up a bit. Forces us to re-evaluate our priorities, our preferences and stops us from going stale. Which, let’s face it, is a pretty common occurence for me, being a slovenly cow and all.

To my mind, there are varying levels of change, measured by the length of time it takes my brain to process the event in question. This can go from the barely perceptible (bus timetable alteration) to the life-changing (starting a new job, moving house etc).

Then there are those changes over which you have no control. Events which directly alter the lives of others, but create ripples of change for those around them.

In the very early hours of this morning one of my very best friends Alex, gave birth to Eloise – a beautiful bundle of gorgeous baby joy. Ally has the dubious honour of being the first of my close friends to go through one of these life milestones. One of those events which will change her life forever and marks a shift in all of our friendships and how they evolve from now on.

I’ve got other friends who’ve got engaged, married and pregnant. I’ve been to the weddings, bought the babygros and toasted all of them wholeheartedly. But this time round, there’s a real feeling of change in the air, because it’s happening to one of my friends that I’m so emotionally invested in. It’s incredibly exciting, but also incredibly difficult for my brain to process. Possibly because I’m an idiot, probably because I’m a soppy emotional fuckwit, but also because it really is a massive deal.

Now, I am in no way comparing what I’m describing as ‘change’ to what Alex will be dealing with in the coming months and years. No way, nuh-uh. But little Eloise is the beginning of a whole lot of change to come and that’s a very nerve-wracking and exciting prospect.

I really cannot wait to meet her.

And continually remind her when she grows up of how she ruined my life by reminding me of all my failures, romantically, physically and biologically.

Congratulations Ally and Ian!

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