It was a warm Sunday afternoon – you know the kind where you’re too hot with a jumper on, but too cold when you take it off? After spending the afternoon by Tower Hill watching the marathon and soaking up the atmosphere of London in the sun, Dom and I headed south of the river to Balham to visit The Honest Italian for some authentic Italian pizza and wine. What…

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Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was hungry. If you know me, you’ll know I loooooooooove to eat. My favourite thing about Christmas is the food, hands down, and I just love a substantial meal. Christmas is the time for sooo much good food – roast dinners, desserts, Boxing Day buffets, chocolates and treats. I literally cannot wait (I sound so fat lololol). But, with anything, with the good also…

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If it isn’t already, winter soon will be knocking at our lil doors. And apart from cosy snuggled nights in, hot mulled wine and the countdown to Christmas, it’s the perfect time to whisk yourself away for a few days for a lil winter break. It’s been a long and stressful year and you completely deserve a few days off before/after you stuff yourself silly with turkey and stuffing right?!…

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I think any girl who has watched First Dates, whether religiously or just from flicking through and laughing at the awkward-ness of it all has definitely dreamed (probably more than once) about going to the First Dates restaurant. Amirite? The food always looks so good, the restaurant looks swanky af with glistening wine glasses and cutlery, and you picture yourself there shoving strawberries and chocolate fondue in your partner’s face…

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Back in summer when the days were hot and the nights were cool (actually pretty flippin’ chilly), I was told about this place called Last Days of Shoreditch. Now, I live in west London. In fact, I live right on the edge of west London so I was really hoping that travelling all the way to Shoreditch wasn’t going to be a waste of time. And within five minutes of…

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After spending our days in Budapest wandering around the city, exploring little hidden streets and seeing where the day took us, come dusk there was nothing I fancied more than….(if you know me you will know the end to this sentence)… Yep, a nice cold cider. Or ‘almabor’ as they say in Hungary. Doesn’t have the same ring to it does it? I was sure that like any other capital…

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