Goodbye August

 

Today is the 31st of August. Where has that gone?

I'm sure it wasn't that long since it was July and I was decided to do a post everyday this month. Which I am happy say, as soon as I upload this I will have achieved. I don't care that my blog messed up last week, I posted that Doctor Who thing on Sunday, look!

 

It's been fun. I've enjoyed trying to come up with something each day, even that has meant sitting in bed at 11pm scratching my head and going what I am still conscious enough to write about.

There are things I wanted to write but haven't manage to fit in such as:

• Age is just a number (coming in September).
• Embarrassing stories when shopping.
• What I wore to work this week.
• Favourite book list.
• Games Day with Marie and Rose.
• A thing about A Level Results.

And probably many more.

 

August has been a busy month for me. There have been some very high highs and some pretty low lows but I still loved it so much. I have my fingers crossed for September. I hope that it brings fun and good fortune for everyone I know. My friend Sam has challenged me to watch a new film (ie a film I haven't seen yet) each week in September. Sam, I officially accept.

 

I hope to keep up to regular posting although I don't know if I will manage a post everyday yet.

If you read my recent book review then you will know I am feeling inspired to get stuff done at the moment so maybe there will more 'how-to' or 'I made this' or just general 'doing stuff' posts.

 

Anyway, thank you for reading my ramble. 10 points to your house of your choice if you know what calendar I have from the picture up there. If you do, let me know so I can aware the points!

 

Enjoy the last day of August.

Love, Charlotte

 

Three Blind Mice

I think my love of a murder mystery was kindled by Jonathan Creek when I was little.

And then I discovered Miss Marple and even better, Poirot.

The most recent murder mystery series I have enjoyed was Death in Paradise.

But the most recent murder mystery I have seen is the longest running murder mystery in Britain.

The Mouse Trap

According to the programme's cover this it the show's First UK Tour for it's Diammond Anniversary. (Side note, the programme was only £4 which is think is a very good deal - much cheaper than some West End programmes I've bought in my time).

Now, how does one review a murder mystery without giving much away.

Um, first I shall start by saying how thrilled I was with the seats. Third row! I have never sat so close to the front in a theatre in my life. It was very, very exciting.

Then there was the delightful plinky piano music playing to set the atomosphere while everyone was sitting down. Another side note, if your seats are towards the middle of the row, don't spend the whole preshow time in the bar and then make half the row stand up 2 minutes before the show starts.

 

Okay, so onto the actual show. A lovely couple are opening a guest house. There is of course a terrible snow storm raging as the guests arrive. A slightly kooky young man, a snobbish old woman, a classy old army gent and an alternative young lady. Oh and an unexpected guest with an amusing forgeign accent. I do not mean to say accents are amusing, more that this one was a bit hammed up for effect.

A murder has been committed nearby.

A rozzer arrives (on skis!) to investigate as the address of the guest house was found at the scene of the murder along with a note about three blind mice, meaning there are two more victims still to be killed.

The show is basically trying to work out who is the murderer and who will be the next victims. My theatre companion wondered if this was where the idea of cluedo was born.

Now, neither me or the boy had seen the show before or knew anything about it so, armed with programme we both picked out who we thought the murderer was. By the interval neither of us were sure. I think I suspected everyone. In fact there was one person I didn't suspect so I decided that I suspected them.

Now unfortunately, I can't tell you who the murderer is because we were sworn to secrecy. But also because why would I drop a spoiler like that? I don't even really want to go into the details of the plot because I don't want to ruin any of it.

It was clever, it was funny, the set was superb (I loved the snow falling outside the window and how the lighting changed as the day turned to night) and over all it was simply amazing. I was excited when we went in, at the interval I think the boy may have thought I was insane or going to have some sort of episode and by the end I was practically shaking in my seat with the tension and then the release of the reveal.

 

I would just like to dedicate this post to The Boy, without whom I wouldn't have had this fantastic experience. Thanks lovely, just don't forget I've got all the other tickets for the furture so be good now. Haha.

 

I urge anyone to go and see this and would love to know what other people thought of it too.

Love, Detective Charlotte xx

 

The To Do List

I love a list.

I make lists all the time.

This might explain why The To-Do List by Mike Gayle is one of my all time most favourite reads. I've read it a few times, most recently in tha last couple of weeks. In fact, I finished it this very morning of the train.

 

If you like lists and sometimes feel (like me) that you are pretending to be a grown up then maybe this is the book for you. And if that isn't you, read it anyway. It's a wonderful story about life and growing and making friends and doing better and generally getting stuff done to make stuff better.

 

Basically, Mike Gayle decides that he is not a proper adult and that he should spend the rest of the year (up until his next birthday) attempting to cross everything off his todo list that is holding him back from true adulhood. The list ranges from clean up using up 2 year old compost to playing make believe.

 

I decided that I fancied a reread and with my birthday coming up, what better thing to read than about a man embarking on a challenge to spruce up his grown up life inspired by his birthday? I could think of nothing so I dived in and remembered how much I love this book. I love it because Mike isn't naturally good at getting stuff done.

He isn't organised.

He does procrastinate.

He even gives up on the list a few times.

And this is why I love it. It's me! I started by saying that I love making lists and I do. But whether I actually ever get through them and tick everything off is another matter. A matter that is rather sad in that inevitably. I get distracted and bored and decide that I don't need to do that thing after all.

 

At the start of this year I made a list of things I wanted to do. Not a 1277 long item like Mike's but it was over 100 items long, by March I had pretty much abandoned it. But now, after my reread, I feel inspired to tackle it again. To make a 'What I'll Do This Year' list and attack it.

 

Can I do this? Probably not.

Do I want to try? Very much so.

 

Excuse me while I try to remember everything I've been putting off and write it down.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

Knitwear troubles

Good evening. Or good morning or just generally good day.

 

I'm having to write this pretty late in the day because as strange as it may seem to some of those who know me, I have things to do in life that aren't just write this blog. I had a murder mystery to attend but more on that another day.

 

What I want to talk about is the current knitwear predicament that is happening in the shops.

If any of you have been on the high street recently you will have noticed that shops have given up on summer and have got their autumn clothes in. Which seems like sensible news given the recent chill that has been setting in here in the UK.

I am in need of new jumpers. I have plenty if hoodies (my favs being my Hogwarts and Mars Investigations) but I can't really wear those to the office. And my office is the temperature of the temperature outside. So if it's hot, it's hot and if it's cold we sit shivering in our coats, so I need new work appropriate jumpers. But can I find any? No.

Why is everything either see-through or cropped? Neither if which I think is useful for a jumper.

I want my jumper to be opaque, because a see-through jumper can't be very warm. Thus defeating the purpose. And I want my jumper to cover my whole torso because my belly gets cold too. I understand that crop tops are back in and I understand that they are a useful summer item but not in the cooler months surely.

 

I trailed round all lunch time today and wasn't very successful. I managed to buy two jumpers and two cardigans. The cardigans need to go back and the jumpers, while fine, are not very thrilling. I know I said I wanted a sensible work jumper but if it could be at least a tad interesting that would be nice. I haven't been round all the shops. I'm currently trying to stick to a fairly small budget so I haven't hit the likes of Zara or Topshop but I was hoping somewhere like New Look would have a decent offering.

 

You can't rely on the high street to provide the clothes you need when you need them. This is why I have been waiting since about last Novemeber to wear a ghost jumper. (I have worn it on the odd occasion but I am really planning to make the most of it from about mid September).

This is why I am a clothes hoarder.

If you find something you like, and you can afford it of course, buy it and keep it until it falls apart or you really really hate it. If I do manage. To find any jumpers this year I will wheel them out for winters to come.

 

Love Charlotte x

There's no business like show business

Hello!

 

I think I have already mentioned that one of my goals for this year was to go to the theatre at least twice. A far this year I have been 4 times so I have definitely achieved that one.

I love going to the theatre. There's something very exciting about the fact that it is live. And it's even better if you're going to see something that you don't really know what it is about. Sure it might be rubbish but it probably won't be. Go in there with an open mind and the knowledge that you'd probably just waste the evening watching repeats of Mock the Week on Dave anyway and you will have a jolly good time!

 

Contrary to rumour, it isn't actually that expensive either.

Okay, so sometimes it is expensive. £30 for a ticket is pretty pricey but that's for the very best seats. If you're happy not to be dead central or right at the front the prices do come down.

And quite often, theatres have deals on. If you're a student you will pros blu get a discount. Or if you book last minute some places sell tickets off cheap. Or sometimes the tickets are just cheaper than you expect.

 

For example, today I was presented with tickets to see a production of Blackadder at my local theatre in November. For just a tender each! Bargain. Within half an hour, we had booked tickets for a cinema live stream of Stephen Fry in October for fifteen quid each! More expensive to not see the live show?

 

So... That might not really be fair. It is Stephen Fry and it's not Rowan Atkinson but you get my drift. A ticket at my local cinema for a film is currently £7.40 before 5pm and £8.60 after 5pm. Throw in an overpriced coke and you're definitely hitting the £10 mark.

 

The boy and I currently have an agreement going that we won't go to the cinema to see a film. It seemed a bit clichéd as a date to start with and a bit unimaginative. So instead we decided to go see a theatre show once a month. Where possible (unless it is for a special event) we have a budget of £20 max a ticket figuring that this is the same as going to the cinema once a fortnight.

Don't get me wrong, I like going to the cinema and you can get some good deals on that too by using things like Tesco or Nectar points to get tickets but I just love the excitement of a live performance.

 

And I love the excitement in the build up to a theatre show. Sometimes you get this with the cinema. Like the Stephen Fry thing or a midnight showing but you can really book in advance with the theatre and look forward to it. I currently have five pairs of tickets hiding out in my filofax ranging from tomorrow to November. Two plays, one ballet, one cinema stream and one Q&A book signing event. (I know that last one isn't strictly speaking theatre but it's live and requires a ticket so I'm counting it).

I appreciate that I am fortunate to be able to go to these things but I don't go out drinking or buy expensive handbags or whatever, this is what I choose to save my pennies for.

 

Do something live. It's a one off experience that I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Love Charlotte x

 

Upsides to Autumn.

Hello.

 

Has the chill set in where you are? It has here. Although the weather was rude enough to be freezing this morning but then warm up by home time so I looked a bit silly in my coat and scarf. At least I hadn't gone for a full on parka or I would've looked very daft indeed and overheated on my walk home.

 

Even though I will miss the warmer weather that summer has brought I have to admit that a little bit of me is looking forward to Autumn. Obviously I'm not looking forward to being chilly and having wet feet when it rains unexpectedly. And I'm definitely not looking forward to dark mornings and nights. But I am looking forward to:

Jumpers: I really enjoy knitwear. And I need new work appropriate jumpers which means shoppping trip!

My blanket cape: My all time most favourite item of clothing. It is a blanket that you can wear! Expect a blog post dedicated to it in the near future!

My actual cape: I also have an actual cape coat. You know. The awesome kind with slits instead of sleeves. No good for the depths of winter but as a stylish Autumnal option it's a winner.

New leather gloves: I love M&S leather gloves and I think I will need to check out the colour range this year to see if there's anything that jumps out.

Boots: Who doesn't love knee boots? They're such a brilliant shoe. They look great with skinny jeans but also with dresses. I wore my current pair to death last year so I'm already on the lookout for a new pair.

Snuggling up under blankets: I love blankets. And I love to get snuggled up in them. My mum once bought me a slanket (you know those blankets with sleeves so you can still hold a book or whatever) as a bit of a joke present because we'd always joked about how naff they are but I honestly love it.

Hot water bottles and wheaties: On a similar theme, it's all about getting cosy. And as much as I love a wheatie there is something very comforting about a hot water bottle. I think it's because it reminds me of childhood. B bought me a mini one last year with it's own knitted cosy and it's the best thing ever.

The Costa Christmas range: Tell me you're not excited about this!? So many delicious drinks, so little time. Normally I'm not a coffee shop person. I'm happy to have a tea or hot chocolate at home / in the office rather than get one from the shop. But that limited edition thing does lure me in.

Hot puddings: Treacle sponge for the win! WITH CUSTARD!

Soups: Mmm, homemade soup with crusty bread and butter. So comforting. So delicious. Yes please.

Blackberries: I need to go blackberrying to stock the freezer up so that I can have blackberry cake whenever I want!

Knitting: I always feel more inclined to knit during the colder parts of the year. I think it has something to do with the knitwear association, the nights drawing in and the fact that you don't overheat when your knitting gets so long it sits on your lap.

So, bring on Autumn I say. As long as you're prepared for it then you can definitely enjoy it.

 

Love Charlotte xx

Recipe for a lazy weekend.

Good evening.

As the last bank holiday of the summer drawers to a close I would like to share with you the recipe for the perfect lazy weekend. But first, an announcement.

I have been informed by two friends that my blog is claiming I posted twice on Saturday and didn't post yesterday. This is a lie. Yes I started my Doctor Who post on Saturday evening but I finished and posted it on Sunday. This is very important given that I am doing a blog a day in August. That is all.

Okay, back on with the actual post.

So this weekend I didn't want to trek off with all the other bank holiday-ers to jam packed attractions or to seaside resorts teaming with people wondering why they have come to the seaside when it is raining. Because it's an English bank holiday, of course it's raining. I just wanted to relax and spend my time in a calm fashion. There's been a lot going on, and I'm liking to have a lot more happening soon so I wanted to grab this opportunity with both hands and just laze.

 

For the ultimate lazy weekend you will need:

Comfy clothes: If you want, just stay in your PJs the whole time. No one wants to be dealing with over structed dresses or super skinny jeans when they're trying to relax.

Fully charged gadgets: Don't worry, I'm not suggesting you spend you any weekend checking emails or anything like that. If anything I recommend ignoring all social media etc. But I like to use my iPad to listen to the radio and I've got audio books loaded on my iPod. Very important features of the laze around.

A good book: Need I say more?

A good magazine: For when you are too lazy to do proper reading, you can just flick through.

A box set: Is there a better way to spend a lazy day than with a binge watch?

Snacks: You do NOT want to have to be disturbed from your relaxed state to forage for food so make sure to stock up on snacks. Try for a mix of healthy and treats so you don't even up feeling poorly.

Drinks: Get a big bottle of coke (other soft drinks are available) and have it to hand. Thirst is the enemy of relaxation.

A comfy place to chill out: Whether this is your favourite arm chair or your bed, get a blanket, stock up on cushions and cosy up.

A lazing partner: Lazing around is always better with company. You can muse about nothing, set the world to rights, laugh and joke and generally have a jolly good time. If your lazing partner is the type of persona who will bring you a cup of tea every now and again then even better. Hang onto this person whether they are a friend, boy/girlfriend, or family member. They are a keeper.

Rain: It is the perfect excuse.

 

So that's that. It's pretty simple but it's all you need to enjoy a lazy day, weekend or, if you're strapped for time just pick one or two of the entertainment elements and grab an afternoon if you can. Everyone deserves a chance to wind down and forget the world every one and then.

 

Love Charlotte xx

A new face.

Hello!

 

Yesterday saw the return of Doctor Who. And not just the return, the arrival. For we have a new Doctor. A much anticipated new Doctor.

I am always nervous when we get a new Doctor. Although being more of a fan of the new series rather than the classics which I unfortunately was not around for, I have only had to meet a new Doctor twice until now. But both times I was not happy.

 

I didn't like David Tennant as he took over from Christopher Ecclestone. But he won me around. And I loved him. So much that when Matt Smith took over I was highly concerned indeed. How could anyone be as amazing as David Tennant? They couldn't be surely.

 

Oh they could. Matt quickly became my Doctor.

And I will argue endlessly with anyone who disagrees. I'm looking at you boy.

 

 

I have to say, I started to think I was fickle. Each new Doctor turned out to be better than the last. I clearly just liked the current face. And I felt that way about the companions. Martha was better than Rose. Donna was better than Martha. Amy was better than Donna. Clara was... Wait no, Amy still wins for me.

 

I like Clara. I do. But she's no Amy Pond. And there's no Rory either.

Clara did show me one thing though. I don't just like the current the best.

 

Which is why sitting down to watch this new Doctor was so worrisome. I can no longer automatically assume he will be better than the last. When Peter Capaldi was announced as the new Doctor last year I was worried. There had been rumours of course but I still had my fingers crossed for that guy from the BT adverts. Although that was just because he is ginger and the Doctor has always wanted to be ginger.

 

I sat down with the rest of the world to watch the announcement show. And out come Peter Capaldi. Now, previously to this I have no real experience of Capaldi. I don't watch The Thick of It but I do know the character Malcolm Tucker and while I know he isn't going to be that, this is the only frame of judgement I had. So I wasn't sure.

 

And then they revealed his outfit.

 

If you've met me then I can only apologise for the amount of time I spend talking about tweed. Or if you're my friend Philip, the amount of time I spend trying to convince you to wear some tweed. Oh, and bow ties are my favourite tie ever. I am constantly saddened by the lack of bow ties in the world to the point where I have taken it upon myself to start wearing them. So as you can see, Matt's Doctor was spot on.

 

I wasn't sure about the outfit. I don't know what it was it just didn't seem right. It was too... I'm not sure. Punky? I know it's not punk. I just can't explain why but I too a dislike to it straight away.

 

So I sat down last night both looking forward to and feeling concerned about the new series with this new face. If you happen to follow me on twitter you may have already seen my initial reaction:

I won't say I loved him yet, because I don't. And I was very happy to see the *SPOILER* Matt Smith appearance. Okay that's not really a spoiler. But I didn't hate him.

He was manic like the Doctor should be, but not like those before him. And he was smart. And I liked the dark edge. At one point I was genuinely shocked by his reaction and decision but it all became clear in the end. Even his outfit didn't seem as bad as I thought it would.

 

The only thing that really disappointed me was the trailer for next week. Darleks? How predictable.

I know they're his sworn enemy and all that jazz but really. They're over used and I think it could've been slightly longer than episode two before this new face faced them! Hehe, that amused me.

 

Anyway, I've rambled on plenty long enough now. I hope you enjoyed the new Doctor, or at least like Doctor Who as a show. If not, well done on trawling through all this.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

 

 

 

Story The Third

Today we have the third instalment of my 'Jibberish I wrote when I was a teenager' series.

After reading it through though I can't really think of a title so if you have any suggestions please let me knows.

 

Hello!

Would you like to hear a little tale that I know?

You would?

Wow.

No one has ever been so nice to me before in the whole of my life!

Here, have a prize.

Do you like it?

You do?

Woah... You are such a nice person.

How did you get to be so very nice?

I bet you studied at the 'College of Nice' and got an A. I'm sure you did.

What's that?

You didn't!

Never!?

You are so lucky that you can be so nice without even studying!

I've never met anyone as nice as you before.

What was I doing now?

Oh yes!

Telling you a tale that I know!

Hang about while I make a brew.

*Boiling of water and adding a teabag and stuff*

That's better.

WAIT!

You need a cushion to sit on. Here.

Do you like it and the fact that it is red?

Oh, you prefer blue. Here you go.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then I'll begin.. Once upon a ti-

STOP INTERRUPTING!

Oh, your pet cat would like to listen also. Okay, go get him.

I apologise. It's a her.

Sorry.

Do you forgive me?

You do?

You really are so very nice.

Everyone else thinks I'm annoying and doesn't like me.

But you don't do you?

Do you?

No. Brill!

Would you like to accompany me to my friend Margaret's wedding?

No?

Why?

Oh... You don't know me well enough.

Well, I like film viewing and lasagne.

Do you know me well enough yet?

Great. I'll see you Tuesday at 8am.

Yes I know it's early.

Sorry.

Bring a pineapple!

Bye!

So, that was that. A one sided conversation between a very needy person and someone who is far too accommodating.

 

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

 

Love Charlotte x

Why did stuff get so pricey?

Hello.

 

On my walk from the office to the station today I found myself feeling pretty peckish. It's Friday though so I thought maybe I would treat myself to a chocolate bar for the journey. Unfortunately I made this decision when I had passed the last shop that wasn't in the station. And in order to not miss my train, my only option was to look for food supplies in the station.

 

Now, I'm not a total numpty. I know stuff costs more in the train station. I've been going to them for long enough. It's because they know you don't have an option. No choice. You have you buy stuff there no matter what the cost. But when I saw this I was SHOCKED!

 

89p for a twix!?!?!?!?!?! What?

I remember when chocolate bars went up to 50p. That was bad enough but at least you could still get 2 for £1. And then I remember when they went to 55p and that was totally ruined.

I remember when Freddos were 10p. Now they're 20p. Or you can get insane American Imports for about 70p. For a freakin' Freddo!

 

This is not on. Wages aren't going up. How are young young people supposed get hyped up on sugar these days? This is why there's more drug an alcohol abuse, kids can't afford Cadbury's. Probably.

 

Love, Charlotte xx

 

Time flies

I have forgotten and then remember at least 3 times this week that Monday is a bank holiday. And every time I remember I get a little flutter of excitement. Because a bank holiday means a free day off! Well, it does if you're me and you work in an office. If you work in retail or the service industry or something where you have to work bank holidays, I can only hope that you get some sort of time-and-a-half pay to make up for it.

 

But the bad thing about the bank holiday is that this is the end. No more bank holidays now until Christmas. That sounds like such a long time away. But it's not. We're nearer Christmas and nearer 2015 than the start of 2014. Now that is scary.

 

I don't really want to do this... But...

There's only 125 days until Christmas!

Sorry about that.

 

Where was I? Oh yes, time flies.

All of a sudden, at work the month end deadline is upon us. I don't feel prepared for this.

And all of a sudden my birthday is around the corner and I'm being asked if there's anything I want. I'm really not sure.

There's only one month left of our current contract at work before we start on the new one. I have no idea what that is going to be like.

I have been learning to drive for almost a year now (shush up if you think that's a long time).

The chill of Autumn is definitely setting in, despite it still bring August.

I really need to start thinking about where I'm getting the money for next year's train pass from.

And I've been in my job for almost 4 years... The second longest I've been to the same establishment everyday after highschool.

 

Today, in jolly old England it is GCSE results day. The thing is, it it's practically 10 years since I got my GCSEs (well 9 but still...) and I can still remember it. I remember having to go to three different tables because we had three different exam boards. I remember the 'cool' kids trying to make fun of me one last time for doing well. I remember walking out of the door not caring because I'd never have to see them again. And 9 years later I haven't - result!

As you enter the world of being an adult, time can run away with you because of routine. Because the days all run into one another as you plough away at work doing the same things everyday. The days becoming indistinguishable from each other. When you look back on times gone by, you don't remember every single detail, you pick out the highlights.

Time flies. Just try and make sure it's because you're having fun.

Love Charlotte x

 

Think about your troubles.

Hello.

Today this is going to be a short one. Sorry.

 

As I think I have mentioned I am a worrier. And an over thinker. If you can worry about it and overthink it, I will. It should be a career. I would be a pro!

It might sound a bit clichéd but I have found that making tea is a very good way to distract from worrying. You can focus on making it, on stirring, on making sure it is the right colour before, during and after adding the milk. And then, of course there is the drinking. A tea, especially if shared with a friend, is a great companion for thinking about your worries and a great time for planning how to overcome them. For anyone that doesn't like tea, I am sorry but you are missing out on this beautiful ritual and time-honoured tradition of putting the world right.

 

One of the best films ever made in my opinion is The Point, from the album of the same title by Harry Nillson.

Especially this song. It captures everything needed about worries. Think about them by all means but when it comes down to it, most things aren't world ending. Listen. Love.

 

 

Don't worry. Be happy.

Charlotte xx

 

Wear whatever the hell you want.

Hello,

Yesterday, my adoptive little brother (ie. friend who is a few years younger than me for whom I have an inexplicable love for and sometimes feel the need to look out for as if he is a genuine relative) asked me if I thought he could pull off a waistcoat. Now, I love a waistcoat immensely, and I genuinely think that Philip could pull one off, so of course I encouraged him. One lunch time Primark dash later and we left with a navy matching waistcoat and trouser set, crisp white shirt, boots and belt. A very dashing outfit I think anyone will agree.

He wasn't sure to be honest with you in the shop, or throughout the afternoon. We did buy the waistcoat without trying it on based on the fact that it was only a fiver in the sale. But he got home, tried it on and loved it too. He promised to wear it work today and I was right: the boy looked very dapper indeed. I was happy and he was happy. Until people started to make fun of him.

Don't get me wrong, he is normally very smart. He is very much a shirt and tie sort of guy. But the waistcoat is a bit out there and not a look much seen about our building. The main comments he recieved were:

 

'Are you going to a wedding?'

...and...

'Are you playing snooker at the crucible?'

 

To his merit, my little bro stuck with it it even though I could tell he was feeling a bit uncomfotable after the comments. And it was this that annoyed me. He was happy and other people were bringing him down just because he'd gone for something different.

 

Despite not knowing who the celebs are, what is actually in fashion or what the big deal with designer brands is I am quite interested in style and clothes.

 

I don't pay enough attention to follow the trends, and besides some trends I wouldn't want to follow. I have yet to see anyone in a jumpsuit that actually looked good and I really don't agree with the whole leggings as trousers thing.

 

But somehow, over time I have managed to carve out a collection of clothes and a way of putting them together that seems to have become my personal style. Yes, occasionally I end up with an outfit that I have to describe as 'farmer chic' but for the most part people in my office seems to like my chices and combos and I often get compliments. Someone did once said I look like I am constantly on route to a tea party but that's okay, I like tea parties.

 

If anyone ever asks where I get my inspiration from or how I put together my outfits I simply tell the I wear what I like, with some discretion based on the fact that sometimes you try something on and it just looks awful. So I don't wear those things.

 

Sure, I have days where I fee rubbish with what I've chosen. And I have days where I get halfway into the office and wonder if what I've chosen is really a good idea and worry what people will say but at the end of the day, it's not anyone else's business.

 

If you're happy and, depending on your personal preference, reasonably comfy then go for it.

Wear whatever the hell you want and don't give a damn what anyone else thinks.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

Popularity

I used to have lots of friends. Now I have a lot less.

Don't feel sorry for me and don't think I'm some cruel person with a heart of stone. I have less friends now for a variety of reasons but mostly because as time has gone on, I value quality over quantity.

When you're younger popularity is a thing. You either are one of the popular kids or you're not. You might not be bothered whether you're in the popular crowd (I never was) but it remains a thing regardless. I was fortunate enough to have a good bunch of friends through high school though and we stuck together despite having a jolly good time.

As I moved into college I lost quite a few along the way. Mostly, because we were friends by proximatey. We were in the same classes or attended the same clubs. With some we tried harder to keep in touch, arranging regular meet ups but even those friendships faded. I picked up a solid group in college, admittedly smaller than the high school crew but we were a happy bunch. We bonded over cups of tea and trying to win shoes by buying Galaxy bars every break time.

Then came university. Apparently, this is the time you make your friends for life. I spent 3 years at uni and came out of it with one true friend. That doesn't means I had a miserable time or that I was some weird loner. But that friend that I carried with me after uni was the person that was worth keeping in touch with. I don't see her anywhere near as much as I wasn't but the through the wonders of twitter and also being pen pals we have kept in touch. And because she is worth it we keep in touch, sure sometimes it takes us longer than we would like to reply, but we always write back eventually.

My three 'main group' of friends are actually from Primary School. And then one from high school, college and uni respectively. And then there's about three people I think I would keep I touch with as friends from work if I ever left. So that's nine friends. Oh! And an inherited friend,the sister of an original but a friend in her own right. That makes a round 10.

If you count the boy I just tip the scales at 11. And I think we should count him as he is basically my best friend. And even he is technically from my early childhood...

I do regret losing touch with a couple of people. There are some that I really wish I still knew but many many more that I'm just not interested in and would rather spend my time on those people that are actually important to me than for the sake of having loads of friends.

Never worry about how many friends you have, one good friend is worth more than all the 'meh' friends the world can throw at you.

Pip pip,

Charlotte x

 

The Gogglebox.

Hello!

Today I feel like a list. A not in any particular order list but just a general favourites type list.

And to celebrate the fact that this morning I managed to get my TV working again I shall pick out my most favourite telly box series that I would always recommend.

 

1) A Town Called Eureka

Crazy space stuff? Robots? Science? A secret town full of geniuses hidden somewhere in America? If this sounds like your thing Eureka is for you! Obviously each episode some sort of imminently dangerous mishap occurs which the local Sheriff (who incidentally is basically the only non-genius in town) had to get to the bottom of. From a second sun appearing to metal turning to gold to travelling in time this show has it all!

2) Dinnerladies

Classic. The show never leaves the canteen which I think is fantasic. It is a prope situation comedy. Even though there are only two series the characters develop and progress and you grow to love them all more and more and despite the fact that I know all the jokes it still has me laughing every time.

3) Veronica Mars

School girl detective? Yes please. So much cooler than Nancy Drew Veronica Mars is pure awesome. Why they axed this show I'll never know but us marshmallows showed WB and now there's a movie and a book series. Honestly, does that not explain how good it is? Okay, motorbike gangs, blackmail, tasers, underhand sheriff, bad boys, good guys, babies swapped at birth? None of this selling it to you? Hmm... We're not friends.

4) Red Dwarf

Seriously, it's the best thing ever. It's a sitcom in space. It has a robot, a talking computer and a human cat. What more could you want from TV? Oh? A super catchy theme tune? No problem:

It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere. I'm all alone, more or less. Let me fly, far away from here.

Fun, fun fun. In the sun, sun sun.

I want to lie, ship-wrecked and comatosed. Drinking fresh mango juice. Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes.

Fun, fun fun. In the sun, sun sun.

5) Poirot

Back on the murder mysteries. Only this time it's a classic. Exercise those little grey cells and hope that this is an episode with Hastings in. Because, well who doesn't love Hastings?

6) Still Game

This never seems to be on the telly. Although maybe it gets the odd repeat in Scotland I'm not sure. Follow the misadventures of OAPs Jack and Victor as they bumble on down to The Clansman to have a pint, try and avoid nosey old Isa's gossiping and argue over who has eaten the last Tunnocks tea cake. Mmmm Tunnocks tea cake. I'm hungry now.

7) Once Upon A Time

Big thanks to my friend Marie for introducing me to this. Admittedly I have only seen the first series but I started series 2 last night with the family and I'm very excited. If you like classic fairy tales, modern day interpretations of fairy tales and and somewhat amnesiac / schizophrenic theory that ties the two together then you will love this clash of fairy tale characters. Snow White's best friend is Little Red Riding Hood? Sure why not.

8) Sherlock

Obviously. Now I will admit that I found the third series a bit of a let down. It was good. But not as amazing as expected. That aside this brilliant modern day setting of the classic Conan-Doyle stories is something that has to be watched. Possibly controversial comment that I think I prefer Watson to Holmes (please don't attack me Cumberbatch Lovers). I know they are all busy busy people but do we really have to keep waiting two odd years each time? BRING BACK MORIARTY!

9) Pretty Little Liars

This is partially here so that Rose doesn't disown me a friend but also because I really do love it. Again I'm not up to date but I am catching up. If you like a high school drama (come on admit it you know you do even though your high school years are well behind you) mixed with blackmail and deceit then this is going to be right up your street. Someone's dead. Then they're not. Then they are. Then they're not. Mysterious messages from A. Who's A? Can we trust anyone? Even the main characters? No idea. Gripping.

10) The Great British Bake Off

Now I know all my other choices have been proper scripted series and whatnot but GBBO is my must watch show at the moment. I have been a fan from the very first series and despite not being that bothered about Mary and Paul (again don't hate me!) I keep coming back for more. I didn't love the last series as much as usual but I am already hooked on this one. If you like cake, TUNE IN. Plus, the format influence another show I love the Sewing Bee but a list of 11 just seems silly.

 

So, by no means a comprehensive list of the telly I love but some very firm favourites there. If only I had more spare time I would so do a binge watch day of some of these!

 

Love Charlotte x

 

The Turnip Man Adventures.

Today I shall treat (or subject might be a better word) you to the second of the stories I wrote as a high-schooler. If anything, I am more concerned for my own sanity than after the first. Read ahead at your own peril.

 

Story the Second

Once upon another time, I'm a very fluffy cotton wool cloud, there lived a turnip man who wished to be human. He waited for four and twenty years for his hair to grow so that he could weave a rope ladder to climb down from his cottage in the clouds.

He did this in order to see a magical butterfly fairy godmother.

To find her, he went on a long journey through an Ice Cream, Roast Sunday Lunch and Wednesday factory. What do you mean Wednesdays aren't made in a factory? Where else would they come from? Anyway, on his travels through the factory he came across a chewing gum fountain and buried in the top there was a portable milkshake cannon. "Ooo, that could come in handy" he thought and pocketed it.

As he left the factory (through velvet curtains which hung over a church door) several angry sheep charged at him! They had realised he had stolen the milkshake cannon and they were very, VERY angry about it.

The charging sheep caused the Turnip Man to panic and without warning he transfigured into an Octopus! He proceed to attack the sheep by spraying them with biros (ink is so old fashioned). The sheep ran away because the biros were rather pointy.

The newly transfigured Octupus Man then chose to build a raft out of giraffes. The giraffes just happened to live outside the Ice Cream, Roast Sunday Lunch and Wednesday factory. Convenient eh? He then sailed down the Parmesan and rhubarb flavoured jelly canal until he arrived at the magnificent Apricit Marshalllow Tree. He climbed to the highest branch where the Magical Butterfly Fairy Godmother lived in a fully plumbed potato sack. He asked if she would change him into a human, because incase you had forgotten, that it the point of the story.

The Magical Butterfly was in a very bad mood because she had just lost of the Fairy Godmother Lottery and flat out said No.

The Octopus Man was fuming.

After all, he had been on a very long journey and was so overwhelmed by anger that he ate her. By eating her he absorbed her powers and transfigured one more time into a gold and diamond encrusted Knight! He sprinted to the King's holiday cottage and shot him with the milkshake cannon. The King was highly lactose intolerant and keeled over almost immediately on the spot.

Crazy with power, the Knight processed to take over the kingdom by feeding everyone chloroform infused baked goods and brainwashing them all to think he was the King after all. His first declaration as new ruler was to force everyone to cook their food I'm the shape of a tree. Anyone that refused was forced to eat actual trees.

The End.

Well, that was... Interesting. I'm not sure what is going on with that little tag on about having to eat actual trees. I've just checked out the next story and it looks a lot less, well, strange.

 

I shall bid you farewell for now and try and think of a proper blog topic for tomorrow.

Toodle pip!

Charlotte x

Until the next time...

I'm not going to lie. It's late (for me). I'm tired. I've just sneezed four times and I don't know what to write. My notebook with my back up stories in it is buried under a pile of stuff and I'm not prepared enough to have anything written in advance.

 

Please prepare yourself for what may be an inarticulate ramble.

 

Today, I said two goodbyes. One more permanent than the other.

The first was a leaving do at work. I hope to see her again. She was a good lass all round and just generally super nice. I wish her all the best for the future and all that jazz.

The second was the boy going on holiday. I have tried very hard to pretend this wasn't hard. That it wasn't difficult. But I don't think it has sunk in yet how not fun it's going to be. And this is scary. At the start of the year, I would never have imagined that someone would or even could become so intertwined into my life.

But he has.

It's only a week. I don't imagine I will be sitting about crying (sorry love) but I probably will feel sad and get a bit down at the lack of good morning messages and walks home and so on. But he'll be back. And that's what matters.

And hopefully Twinny 2 will be back in some way at some point and that will be good as well. 

 

People come and go from your life. Sometimes it's hard to know who the important ones are, and often you can waste far too much energy chasing after people that aren't worth it. But if you manage to pick out the ones who are, tell them. Tell them you care. Tell them you love them. The world is a dark and miserable place so the least you can do it show the people you love just how important they are to your how much they brighten your day.

 

This really is a ramble on now despite not being that long. I apologise.

 

I shall bid you a goodnight (unless you're reading this in the day!) and leave you with this that I 'borrowed' from Pinterest.

 

Love Charlotte xx

 

Stationery Fetish

Hello! This is a good time of year, the 'Back to School' season.

 

Despite not having been part of an educational establishment for about four years now, I still get excited about the run up to September. Partially because my birthday is in September. But mostly... Because it's

 

New Stationey Season!

I was always that child who was hyperventilating in WHSmiths over the choice of pencil cases.

I would carefully label all my ring binders for each subject.

I know that I prefer narrow ruled paper to regular.

I lament the decline of the gel pen.

I have a stationery fetish.

 

Nowadays, I have much less need for stationery. But I still crave it.

 

I have more notebooks than I can shake a stick at, more coloured pencils than anyone over the age of 14 should have unless they are taking an art GCSE and more pencil sharpeners, rulers, staplers and hole punches than anyone outside an office should have.

 

Fortunately for me, I do work in an office and I have somehow got myself the role of chief stationery orderer. While I can't go crazy, I do have a stationery cupboard and I did get far too much pleasure out of taking delivery of our last bulk order. No one should be as happy about taking delivery of various sizes of envelopes and ink cartridges as I was. I probably need help.

 

And if I'm that thrilled about envelopes imagine my excitement when earlier today I was presented with this:

 

It is a highlighter that has page marker post it notes built in.

Seriously. I actually did a little happy dance when Twinny Two gave me it. I love it so much I have actually brought it home because I know it will be stolen at work. I was so excited about it I immediately went onto the post it note website to see what other super cool awesome products they have. And at this point I was disappointed. The American site seemed to have much better things than the UK site. Disappointing.

But actually, I don't want to order my stationery online. I want to go to the shops and browse. But there'll kea danger.

For example: I should not, under any circumstances be allowed in Paperchase. I could bankrupt myself in that shop. But there is one within easy walking distance of my office and a cheeky lunchtime splurge is all too easy. And I come out of there with all kinds of random stuff, like stickers. I don't need stickers. But I love them. And the problem with Paperchase is everything is so fantastic, and the ranges don't last forever so the items are basically like a limited time offer. I deeply regret not buying a cool bag with beach huts on it that they no longer stock. (I am aware that's not stationery but I do also have a thing about cool storage tubs etc).

 

I genuinely hope that one day I can have a home office. Not necessarily to work from, (although maybe I will write this blog there who knows) but to house all the stationery I currently have nowhere to home. Desk tidies and ring binders and a massive magnetic whiteboard with multicoloured pens and stuff.

 

Excuse me now, I have to go and highlight anything I can find. Probably yesterday's paper.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

Present Purchasing Predicament

I am currently having some serious present buying problems.

I have to give three different people, three different presents for three different things this week. They are all proving troublesome.

 

First of all, what do you get someone you haven't known that long for their birthday?

If it was just a casual acquaintance I would suggest offering to take them to the cinema or perhaps just a nice box of thorntons. But what do you do when the person in question is your new boy or girlfriend?

And your birthday is only a month after theirs.

And it sounds like they've had a brilliant idea of what to get you for your birthday?

Hmm.... Pickle number one.

 

The second predicament is the 'Congratulations On Your Results' present.

I don't like any of the cards I've seen so far and results day is tomorrow. Plus it was recently the person in question's birthday and I think I managed to pull together a pretty good present for that. And I would quite like to chuck something their way when they move to uni. Nothing extravagant (don't get your hope up Rose!) but still it all adds to the dilemma.

 

The third and final predicament is the 'Sorry you're leaving / You've got a new job' present.

So, a lovely lass is leaving (I am all about the alliteration today) my office on Friday and once again I don't like any of the cards I've see and don't really know what to do as a parting gift. When her sister left I made her Cookie Monster buns. But I don't want to do the same thing for twinny 2. One, that feels like cheating... And two, she is having and work drinks and I doubt she wants to cart a load of cake around town with her on a Friday night.

 

For predicament number one I have gone for a box (stolen from the office and covered I cheap wrapping paper!) full of various bits and bobs that I think (hope!) he will like / find funny / prove useful. As I am writing this he doesn't have it yet. By the time this is posted he will. FINGERS CROSSED.

For predicament number two, I dunno. I'll find an appropriate card tomorrow I'm sure. Rose, if you're reading this GOOD LUCK for tomorrow even though you 100% don't need it.

And finally, for predicament number three, it's not really as drastic as I think it is. Yes I like the girl, and I will miss her when she's gone. But it's not like we're best friends. A funny card and some choc will probably do just fine.

 

I love getting people presents even though it can prove very stressful. But it's worth it for the moments when you get it just right. When you can see that the person genuinely appreciates the thought and effor you've put in.

I don't believe in big, showy presents as a general rule. I would rather try and make something or put together something myself than just buy the latest gadget, although those presents do also have their place. The bottom line, is the present isn't about me. It's about them. I just want to get it right.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

 

Summer! Come back!

I'm cold.

I've been cold all day.

I hate being cold. It's distracting.

What has happened? We were having lovely weather. For Britain this was a top drawer summer. People were going around without cardigans on. Even I was going around without a cardigan. I even risked a few days without taking a jacket out with me!

And then, all of a sudden there's the remnants of a hurricane swirling over the ocean and summer is kaput. Now I am highly aware that moaning because it's a bit chilly while referencing the fact that some people have just experienced a hurricane is petty and not really justifiable. But this is my corner of the internet and I want to mourn summer.

I knew when we were all complaining in the office about how hot it was (we have no air-con, a building site across the road which means a lot of dust if we open the windows and radiators which were still on) that we were jinxing it. I tried so hard not to make a big deal of it but it was annoying being stuck in a muggy office all day. The hardest part was trying to find an office appropriate outfit that would still be cool. I mostly felt sorry for the men though. At least as a woman I can wear sandals to work. I would never go as far as the flip flop but then again, I don't like to wear flip flops anyway. Men have to wear proper shoes in the work place. It's unfair for them.

I got the weekend just gone all wrong too. Saturday was lovely so of course I had inside plans. And Sunday absolutely threw it down. So of course, I had outdoor plans. Fortunately I have a very sexy raincoat. Okay it's an oversized camouflage number that I could actually use as a tent but boy is it waterproof. So who cares if it looks a bit daft? I don't. And you know what goes really well with an oversized camouflage raincoat? Pink and yellow spotty wellies that I borrowed from a friend. Oh yes. I was the height of classy, coordinated outfits.

 

But, it was amazing to have dry feet. I haven't had a pair of properly waterproof shoes for years. I had a pair of winter boots but I've worn those to the very brink of death, and even they weren't all that waterproof in a proper downpour. I was so impressed by having dry feet that today I went out and bought my very own pair of wellies. In a much more understated green. Farmer chic I'm calling them. A total bargain at only £12 from Primark. It's going to to take a lot of self restraint not to go back and buy them in burgundy as they will go very nicely with my winter coat.

 

I won't sit here and pretend that a tiny little bit of me isn't looking forward to autumn. Crisp mornings, kicking up leaves, snuggly jumpers and hot chocolates under blankets. Oh, and I've got a gorgeous cakey blanket thing that I just love wearing more than anything else I own.

But don't run away yet summer. There's still a few weeks of August left and therefore still a few weeks of what should be lovely and sunshiney in my view. Come back out and play summer, we miss you.

 

Love Charlotte x

Tips for Commuters

Hello!

I start the majority of my posts with hello. But I never know how else to begin...

Today I would like to offer my pros and cons of commuting. I've been commuting to work for about 4 years. And I commuted to Uni for 3 years before that. I like to think that in 7 years I have basically become something of an expert.

 

Pros

 

1. Reading: Your commute might be 2 hours. Or it might be 15 minutes like mine. But either way, that time is yours. I do almost all my reading on the train because I get distracted at home. I'll get settled down to read and someone will shout, wanting something. Or there's something on TV. Or I'll just check twitter... My commute is a great excuse to get lost in a good book.
2. Listening: But not TOO loud. Nobody wants to be that person. But also, nobody wants to have to listen to those boring women over there talking about how they have 'brought pasta salad for lunch...' Again! You can listen to a podcast, an audiobook, the relaxing sound of the sea or just a cheery song to try and boost your mood. It's worth it.
3. Catching up on your texting: I am not brilliant at texting back. I like to use the commute to go through my inbox and see if there's anyone that I've forgotten to get back to.
4. Making lists: I love to make lists on the train. Whether it's my to-do list for the day or my dream pay-day shopping list, spending a few minutes making a list is either a great way to make your brain feel a little more organised or to have a little fantasy about what life would be like if you weren't on this darn train!
5. Researching stuff: If you have a smart phone or tablet device you carry around and your commute is WiFi enabled, this is a great opportunity to get some research done. Where you're going to go on your next holiday. What bank account you should move to. How to make creme brûlée for that dinner party you're hosting. Or... You could just go on Pinterest...
6. Making up stories: If you have forgotten all those items above you can always just make up stories about your fellow commuters. This is especially good if you have regular fellow travellers because the stories can evolve over time.
7. No traffic jams: Yes you get delays and leaves on the line but you don't have to sit in rush your traffic. You can just sit back and let someone else do the driving so you can get on with a selection of the above!

 

Cons

1. LOUD MUSIC: I know I mentioned this above but this is genuinely the most annoying thing. I don't want to listen to your tinny leaking music.
2. Loud phone calls: Can you see a theme? I appreciate that we all have to make phone calls on the commute sometimes, but please try and conduct them at a sensible volume.
3. Other people's dirty laundry: Okay, we've established sensible volume conversations are fine. But I don't need to know about your divorce, and who is getting custody of the child, and and how "You're not getting an #%*$?@*? penny! You're not even on the mortgage you $*?€&"
4. Irritating children: Ooo controversial. I know you need to travel with your child and I am mostly fine with this but sometimes you just wish the would Sit Down And Shut Up. I'm a horrible person. Deal with it.
5. Jam packed trains: Or a single decker bus when what you really need is a double. Sometimes you have to decide whether it really is worth cramming onto that sweat box or if you should just wait for the next one. How desperate are you to get home?
6. Getting home at the other end: So I get off my train and I'm home free! Nope. I have another 20 minute walk. If I drove in I could just pull up at my house, or even better if I lived near enough to walk I would just stroll home without having already done one journey.

 

Basically, my top tips are to try and enjoy it. If you get on the train/bus expecting to have a rubbish journey then you will. But if you look at it as an opportunity the you can really get a lot out of these minutes. Sure, you'd like a job that was around the corner but that's not how the world works. What you need to do is make the most of what you've got. So plug your headphones in, sit back and enjoy the ride.

 

Love Charlotte x

 

A story about Brocolli.

Good Morning.

Gosh that title sounds riveting doesn't it?

...

Today's blog is a story that I wrote when I think I was about 15. I think maybe I was a bit daft then. I still am. There are more where this came from so if I get desperate for blogs this is the sort of thing we're going to get!

 

Story The First

Once upon a time in a land very near to where you are right now, there once lived a little man who was very small. He was just small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. He wanted to grow a field of broccoli was his most favourite food.

He went to the local farmer who was Gareth at the time. The farmer is now called Mary. He is happy. Leave it, it's a side note. The little man asked if he could rent a pot of land however the farmer cried:

"No, I cannot let you do this because I like to milk goats whilst riding on my brand spanking new combine harvest. Also you are small small, and is just so happen to be 'smallest'. I am happy to admit this without any feeling if guilt for I am pretending to have a rare brain disorder that I am using as an excuse! SO THERE!"

What a horrible person. There's nothing wrong with being small and he has never even taken the chance to get to know our hero. The miserable farmer is missing out in my opinion.

So, not being defeated of course, the little man went on quite a long trek through the city centre. On his journey he came across a seed selling boutique and stole some broccoli seeds.

The little man would like to stress at this point that stealing is wrong and he has since paid the shop back. If any small children, or anyone for that matter, is reading this then please don't steal. Thank you.

He hid the seeds in his pony tail. Suddenly he was at the local swimming pool where he hired an inflatable boat. He filled the boat with soil and planted his seeds. He lived a very happy life tending his broccoli floating about in the middle of the pool. He also set up a side business selling it to hungry swimmers.

Finally, he took the evil farmer to court for being evil and won £1 MILLION!

He bought a daisy.

The end.

Goodness me that was a bit strange to type up. I wonder what on earth I was thinking. I think I remember writing this at lunch time at school where we did used to eat a lot of Haribo.

 

Hopefully I'll have something better for you tomorrow.

Love Charlotte xx

Personal Bake Off

Hello!

 

By pure coincidence I had scheduled a baking day today around at the Surrogates. It just so happened that it was the same week of the bake off.

 

I'm sure they won't mind me announcing this on the internet but none of us could enter the bake off. We are haphazard. We don't have the right size tins. We ignore how many chocolate chips to put in a cake mix. I'm sorry but 25g was not going to be enough chocolate chips. That recipe was stingy. There is no point in having a stingy cake. No.

 

The day started out with attempting to make Mickey Mouse waffles.

Waffles are hard.

First thing, waffle irons are heavy and I have weedy little arms.

Second thing, we had no idea how much batter to use or how long it was going to take. They're meant to take about 5 minutes in total, flipping half way. It took about half an hour! How you're supposed to make 12 of these things (the amount the recipe stated) with just one waffle iron was beyond us. We had one each and we had to give up after just 3 each.

They did actually work out okay though though and I am taking the leftover batter home to attempt to make some more.

 

The next thing on the agenda was fruity chocolate sponge.

I say the next thing on the agenda, Rose (Little Sis Surrogate) had to take charge of this while me and Marie (Big Sis Surrogate) dealt with the waffles.

 

This was the recipe that did not have enough chocolate chips in it. It was also the recipe where we realised we definitely didn't have the right sized tins.

Now... If we just ignore the fact that it got a little bit stuck in the tin (we got it out eventually) this was very successful! It was soooo tasty. But seriously, it was the extra chocolate chips that made it.

We had to teamwork to get the next one together. ROCKY ROAD!

Pretty darn easy. Broken up biscuits and buttery syrup-ness + marshmallows and cherries I'm melted chocolate. Oh... And the remaining few chocolate chips because there's no point in wasting those now is there?

 

Possibly the easiest thing we did though was chocolate truffles. We did two kinds, just milk chocolate and ones with orange flavouring too. They were messy but really good fun to do. I'm already thinking about what other flavours I could do and ways to bag them up nicely to give away as presents!

 

And finally, the funniest one was Orange Jelly Cheesecake. Imagine a cheesecake. Mmm. Now imagine a thin layer of orange jelly on top. Mmmm. Now imagine trying to put twice as much jelly as you're supposed to on in a time that is the wrong size.

Less mmmm... More hmmmmm?

It's still pretty mmmmmm though! Maybe next time we should make it in individual ramekins?

 

Not only did we make all that amazing-ness... they provided PIZZA!

I love you Surrogates. I had the best time.

Don't hate me for saying we're not quite up to Bake Off standard yet.

 

Love Charlotte xx

 

The Bake Off Is Back!

Hello!

I hope it's not as rainy where you are. It's hammering it down here.

 

So... An exciting event took place on Wednesday. The Great British Bake Off returned and boy was I excited.

As in fact, was the office. So excited that post Bake Off conversations were actually scheduled in. This is one of the best things about the Bake Off for me. I don't watch Made in Chelsea or Eastenders or the World Cup and so on, so I miss out on quite a lot of 'water cooler' conversations. But with the Bake Off, I can join in! This is an exciting time for me.

 

So, picture the scene. It's Wednesday. It's almost 8 o'clock. I'm settled in the sofa. I am super excited. But also a little scared. It's not that I didn't enjoy the last series. I did. But somehow I found that I didn't enjoy it quite as much as the previous ones. I can't really remember why. I never found a favourite to root for and no one had a natty jumper which was highly disappointing.

 

So this year, I came to 8 o'clock with a more nervous excitement than anything else. My verdict?

I have high hopes.

I've not learnt everyone's names yet but I did like beardy guy (although my friend B joked that it could be a hygiene issue). I also liked the woman that won star baker and the woman that went out. I thought it seemed a shame because even though she had had her little cake situation in the show stopper, she challenged Paul in the signature bake challenge about the cream in her Swiss roll and this made me happy.

 

It might be controversial but I'm not a really a big fan of Paul. I appreciate that he knows what he's talking about but I don't like the way he talks down at people. I know, I know... It's a good cop bad cop thing with Mary but I just don't think it's necessary.

 

But my front runner based on this first episode has got to be Norman. This is possibly based on how adorable his dog is but also because he seemed to know what he was doing and seemed very matter of fact. No nonsense sort of chap. Fantastic!

The best part though, as usual was Mel and Sue.

There are at least three people on my office that have tried for the last couple of years to tell me I should enter. This is not happening for three reasons.

1. I am not good enough
2. If I did make it on I would 100% cry on National TV. Not on my bucket list.
3. It doesn't look fun.

Yes, you heard me right. It doesn't look fun. It doesn't look lovely and delightful a people in my office seem to assume. It looks like a massive stressful nightmare. This is not something I want to endure.

 

The only good thing I can see about going on The Bake Off would be having a laugh with Mel and Sue. Laughing at their comedy puns and experiencing the wonders of a Mel and Sue sandwich.

 

 

I look forward to seeing what this year's bunch can offer.

I shall report back as the show goes on!

 

Love Charlotte xx

 

 

50!

Oh my word, hello!

 

What do you do when you realised today is going to be you're 50th post?

What do you write? It feels like it needs to something big. Something exciting! It should at least have a cool picture.

Instead, you're going to get 50 facts about me because after a rather sleepless night it's all I can manage to come up with. (And if I'm totally honest, it's not even my idea, I stole it from a friend at work).

 

1. Between the ages of about 8 and 18 I played the flute. I'm not sure I could do it anymore.
2. I do not like coffee.
3. I love bow ties.
4. I have never smoked. I don't intend to start.
5. I take size 6 shoes.
6. I am 5'5".
7. I would choose dishwasher over tumble dryer every time.
8. I have one sister.
9. I have a degree in English Language and Media Studies.
10. I do not like football.
11. I do like snooker.
12. I never paint nails.
13. I have never been stung by a bee or wasp. Only by nettles.
14. I am a Virgo. Not that I believe in the astrology business.
15. I am also the Chinese Zodiac sign of the Dragon. Clearly the best one.
16. I can juggle. But only three, I never learnt do do four.
17. I was once caught singing along to Tom Jones by a trucker.
18. I do not like cat. I have an understanding with one cat. That is all.
19. My favourite colour is green.
20. I love knitting. This doesn't mean I am very good at knitting but I am going better.
21. I have always wanted a coke gun (like in pubs) in my own house.
22. I am the only person my friend 'Sam' will trust to buy her a cola at the bar.
23. I have never broken a bone.
24. But I have had three stitches in my knee.

25. I have never seen, and probably never will see, Titanic.

26. I would choose tomatoes over chocolate if I could only have one for the rest of my life.
27. I have never dyed my hair.
28. I have no piercings. Not even my ears.
29. I have no tattoos. Apparently I'm just not into changing my appearance.
30. I am right handed.
31. I name inanimate objects. This post was created on Gerald (my trusty iPad).
32. I stopped eating McDonalds etc. after watching Supersize Me.
33. In May 2014 I tried a different tea everyday.
34. I have a fetish for stationery.
35. I love sleep. Just a shame I'm not very good at it.
36. I very much enjoy a murder mystery.
37. I love the east coast of England.
38. I am a proud Hufflepuff.
39. A colleague once said I 'run like a fairy'.
40. I love a graph.
41. My favourite crisps are Salt and Vinegar.
42. I can't eat a green apple without salad cream.
43. My favourite quiz show is Just a Minute on Radio 4
44. I love the theatre.
45. I once made a rag rug out of old jeans.
46. My favourite film when I was little was The a YellowSubmarine
47. This year I made elderflower cordial to raise money for the NSPCC
48. I worry a lot.
49. I forgot to breathe when I was born.

50. I am obsessed with Mega Squishee (Our office mascot).

    

I did not realise how hard thinking of 50 things about me would be. I was a bit worried it would seem self indulgent or something but actually it was hard work and I genuinely had to get other people involved to help me think of all the things! Thank you to you all!

 

Love Charlotte xx

 

Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre: Part Two

In an attempt to reassure myself I do know what I'm doing here is (probably not) everything I can currently remember about driving.

 

Gears

Setting off: 1st. Get into 2nd pretty sharpish.

Junctions (Give Way): 1st. Go straight into it. Don't faff about going into 2nd before.

Junctions (Stop Sign): 1st. Put your handbrake on. Even if it's clear and you're only stopping very briefly.

Roundabouts: 2nd. It just is apparently.

Hills: 3rd is good for hills but you need to get your speed up first otherwise you'll have to do it in 2nd and floor it. Not fun. Not good.

30mph: When you hit 30, it's time for 4th gear. It took me a long time to get to grips with this.

Going fast: If you're going up towards 50 or 60 this is when you can use 5th. But like with the hills, make sure you're going fast enough first. (In the real world I've seen people using 5th at 30mph quite happily but this is about the learning and test passing stage of driving so we ignore these people).

Generally speaking: Speed Up. Change Up. Slow Down. Change Down.

 

Manoeuvres

There are four manoeuvres you might be asked to do. Everyone tells me I won't do any of them when I actually start driving for real but you still need to know how to do them.

Turn In The Road:

LOOK AROUND. Full lock right as soon as you start move. Move slowly. Don't crash into the curb. Brake and straighten up. Go into reverse.

LOOK AROUND. Full lock left as soon as you start to move. Move slowly. In order to not crash into the curb this time you need to look over you left shoulder through the back. Brake. Braking is highly important. Straighten up. Go back into first.

LOOK AROUND. Aim for your normal driving position on the left. That is unlikely to be a full turn let alone a full lock.

Carry on driving.

Summary: Full lock, straighten, full lock, straighten, drive.

 

Parallel Park

Pull up along side the car in question. The back of your car should be level with the back/front of the already parked car (depending on which way it's facing obviously).

LOOK AROUND. Put your car into reverse. Full turn to the left. Not full lock. Creep back until you're pointing at 2 o'clock on the imaginary clock that is on the road. Stop. Straighten up.

LOOK AROUND. Reverse back to the point where the curb is at your door handle in your left wing mirror. This point of reference might be different on your car but you'll know where it is. Stop.

LOOK AROUND. Steer a full turn to the right as you continue to reverse. As soon as you're parallel with the curb straighten up. Stop in a sensible place. The official ruling if this is within two car lengths. Handbrake. Neutral.

Summary: Left, Right Right, Left.

 

Reverse Bay Park

Go to a car park.

Decide where you want to park. Pick an area with as few cars as possible and ideally well lit.

Pick a bay. You now need to go two lines ahead of this.

Pull up alongside the third line so that it is in the middle of your window. If you're not already in reverse, get in it now.

LOOK AROUND.

Full lock on in the direction you want to go as soon as you start moving.

If you've done it right you will see the bay lines appear in your wing mirrors.

As soon as you're parallel, straighten up. Keep reversing until you're in the space. You'll want to look out of the back to make sure you don't crash.

Summary: 3rd bay line, middle of window, full lock.

 

Reverse Around a Corner

Pull up about a steering wheel's width from the curb.

Select reverse.

LOOK AROUND.

Start reversing slowly while making sure to check all around a lot. Stop when the corners bit of the curb starts to disappear in your left mirror.

STOP AND LOOK AROUND.

Do a 3/4 turn of the steering wheel to the left and start slowly reversing again. Again, lots of checking around.

In your left mirror you should be following the curb. If you're getting too close, take off a 1/4 steering. If you're too far, add on a 1/4. Carry on adjusting as needed until you are parallel.

Once parallel, reverse back to a safe distance. You need to make sure than no one will crash into you as they turn in and that everyone can get around where you've stopped. Don't stop directly opposite someone else or blocking a driveway. That's rude.

Handbrake. Neutral.

Summary: Look around a lot while doing a 3/4 turn.

 

Basically, there is a lot of looking around in these things.

 

Other Stuff

Always anticipate that traffic lights will change. This does not mean speeding up to get through them.

Don't forget to indicate when changing lanes.

Indicate left to come off a roundabout. The outside lane is for any turns before and including 12 o'clock on the imaginary clock on the road. The inside lane in for anything after. You need to indictate right if you are going past twelve. Then left.

Check your mirrors a lot. Especially if you're going to have to slow down. You need to know if someone is behind you.

If you're slowing right down for goodness sake don't forget to press the clutch. You'll stall. And then you'll be sad.

Try and do things in good time. Don't change lanes last minute. If you're in the wrong lane and it's too late to change, change routes instead.

Check your right mirror before going around a parked car. You don't want to crash into someone trying to overtake.

Check your left mirror at traffic lights for cyclists.

If there is an obstruction on your side of the road (such as a parked car) you have to wait. If the obstruction is on the other side, they have to wait. If there are obstructions on both sides no one has priority and you have to work it out between you through psychic powers.

 

If you have read this far, congratulations and thank you. I'm sure that was very boring for you but it's helped me out no end. This was in no way a comprehensive list. Just everything I could think of right now.

Please let me know if I've got any of this wrong. I don't really want to cause road traffic accidents if I can help it!

 

Pip pip,

Charlotte x

 

Mirror, Signal, Maneuver

Hello and a Happy Tuesday to you.

I am not normally a fan of Tuesday. I find it's very much on the wrong side of midweek.

One of the main things I have mixed feelings about Tuesday though is it means Driving Lesson Day.

 

First of all, to anyone thinking about learning to drive (provided you are 17 or over of course here in the UK) please do give it a go if you can afford to. It's a useful skill to have and makes the world a whole lot more accessible.

 

I've been plodding along having an hour lesson each week for about 11 months now and I am just about ready to take my test. That's scary. I don't like the mock tests. They're too formal and they make me nervous. For the most part, I can drive. And you would hope so after nearly a year's worth of lessons. But sometimes I get flustered, I panic and I get myself stuck. Other times I am a total pro and you would wonder what I have to worry about.

And therein lies the problem. The reason that I don't particularly look forward to my driving lessons. I'm not sure which way it's going to go. Recently, it's been more on the side of good than bad which is why we're thinking it's time to book the test in. But I'm just not quite sure enough in myself. What I need to do is book the test. Then it's booked. And I have to do it. That's what I did with my theory test and that worked out okay.

 

Also, it's not like I'm going to book the test for next week. One, that would be stupid. And two, I'm pretty confident there's a waiting list.

Another thing, is that I shouldn't be so worried about actually passing the test first time round anyway. Loads of people fail the first time (although I will be calling this not passing if it happens to me - it sounds less negative). I should just look at it as finding out what having a driving test is like.

 

I will be going for a lesson today, and I'm sure my instructor will want to know why I haven't booked the test. This is a good enough reason to book it surely? The guilt of having to say sorry I haven't booked it I got a bit scared.

 

If I fail it, I fail it. Big deal. I'll just book it again.

If I pass it, fair enough. I don't have a car to drive with what would be my fancy pink license anyway.

It's not the end of the world if I don't pass. It's just one of those things. I'm hoping if I tell myself this enough I'll be able to muster up enough courage to click a few buttons and sort it out.

 

Pip pip,

Charlotte x