The Valentine’s Chronicles


My first Valentine’s Day of any significance happened when I was at primary school. I must have been ten or eleven years old, and was shyly handed an envelope at school, by a boy named Martin, before he dashed off in an embarrassed, awkward hurry.

Back then, I was a very different me to the girl, woman, I am today – this was in the days of bootcut jeans, tracksuit tops and mousy brown hair. Before dark dye, before my daily ritual of false eyelashes and overdrawn lips, and before I’d had my heart bruised and broken by a string of different boys.

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2018 : Here’s To The Unknown

London Oxford Street


White skies stretched over London, this New Year’s Eve. No calming blue, no angry gray, no romantic hues of pink or orange.

A blank canvas, perhaps in anticipation for the bright, bold streaks of sparkling fireworks in just a matter of hours, to mark the end of one year and the beginning of the next.

2017, for me, was a year of learning. Of growth. Of risks.

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