Hello. Yesterday was my 20th birthday. Cue thoughts of 'Wahey!'/ CryinghystericallybecauseIamnolongerateenager.
Naturally I should be going wild and partying like a truly disgraceful woman in her early twenties (shudder), but no. On Sunday night I contracted food poisoning from undercooked chicken, (ironically not from carnival,) and so I spent almost my entire birthday in my bed throwing up. NICE. It was not the day I had in mind but I try to look at the silver linging - as my mother so sweetly put it 'think of the weight you'll lose!' God bless her for trying, it reminded me of Romy and Michele.
But yeah as exciting as it was not being able to eat a morsel of food including delicious birthday dinner and home-made chocolate cream and runny chocolate ganache covered birthday cake with vanilla custard and home-made caramel, I did relax and have a 'sick' day. (See what I did there?) Thinking back on it now, it only means I can look forward to having an all-out smash next year for the big 21! I plan to be on a beach in Bali with my bestie, undoubtedly getting burnt but loving it, and having a no make-up, sun kissed, gorgeous day. It may be too soon to be thinking of next summer but I never stop dreaming.
On a completely contrary note, the weather of late, (minus pretty good sunny sunday), has actually got me excited for winter. Look, I'm a Londoner, and a girl, thus I can never make up my mind so I am allowed to want the weather we never have! I am fully aware I will complain about the cold when it comes no doubt but until then I am getting excited about a new wardrobe full of creative layering and yummy knits, hot drinks and CUDDLES :) Autumn is here and I am actually giddy. I am also on the edge of starting my final year at university which is TERRIFYING, but also quite cool. I'm grown, I'm living and on the edge of complete independance.
So all in all: