Whirlwind

May! How the hell is it May?!

Life has got busy, but I’m not complaining. Work is now in full swing and I’m currently juggling 140 vacant roles, approximately 70 hiring managers who want the perfect candidate yesterday and about 20 agencies who like to cheat the system, and clearly enjoy a bollocking from me (love those days!). I am absolutely loving the role though and working within Investment Banking and love the challenge of managing the whole process.

I managed to squeeze in a weekend away at Easter to hit up the vibrant and exciting Marrakech. I absolutely loved everything about it – the atmosphere, the landscape, the people (so friendly!) and the bartering for items you don’t really need but just get so sucked in with the excitement of getting a good price that you have to then lug home way too much Moroccan oil, ceramics and mint tea.

About a month ago I also delved back into the online dating/app world and signed up to Happn. I had very little expectations that I would meet someone, especially after my attempt at Tinder (which resulted in a man who had a fascination for girl / horse action – whole other blog post), but I was very pleasantly surprised! It only took one man and he’s completely blown me away. I met him for a drink three weeks ago, and it’s been a whirlwind romance ever since. We’ve had 10 dates in three weeks, and I’m not sick of him – quite the opposite really, I’m always excited to see him again. Our dates have been original, funny, unexpected and amazing all rolled into one. I’ve talked to my best friends about him and they’re all extremely happy for me and keen to meet my “dirty little secret”, as they call him. Right now though it’s so easy, and I’m enjoying having him to myself. Plus I keep reminding myself it’s only been three weeks, there is absolutely no rush. Besides, as soon as they all meet him and want to hang out it will cut into our afternoons of Prosecco and afternoon delight – and I am not keen to give that up any time soon!

Whirlwind

Damn. I wish my name was Elizabeth Gallagher

Have you heard the story of the Canadian man hunting for an Elizabeth Gallagher to take a world trip (or just the flights) with him? It’s absolute gold. This is the shit dreams are made of and where amazing adventure stories start.

I’m gutted my name isn’t Lizzie Gallagher because this is absolutely something I would jump all over. A Christmas miracle and an adventure in one. Plus, have you seen him? Cute to boot! <said in best Canadian accent>.

I do hope he finds a travel buddy and they fall in love. THINK OF THE MOVIE.

 

Damn. I wish my name was Elizabeth Gallagher

Where romance, Bollywood, prison and Prince Harry combine.

I’m appalled, but not shocked. Failure to blog is in my top 10 New Year’s resolutions list.

Things have been evolving in my little spot of south east London.

After  naked-sleeping with my flatmate/ex-boyfriend (more than once) and a month of avoidance when I decided it was the best way to approach things, he spilled his guts. He missed me, he couldn’t live without me (maybe a slight exaggeration). Instantly that scene and song from Miss Congeniality rang through my head; You think I’m gorgeous… Long story short, we’re back on and it’s wonderful.

My Mum came to stay for a month and we hit the sights of Paris and Athens and then spent  a week on Crete, swimming, drinking cocktails and improving our tans. It was complete bliss and after having Mum here in London for a month-long visit it was the best way to spend some quality time together.

I attended my first Indian (Bollywood) wedding two weeks ago, and it was amazing. It was like everything I’d ever imagined would be included in an Indian wedding; bright, beautiful, jeweled dresses, live fire with smoke hitting the ceiling, Bollywood dancing, a DJ that made the place feel like a club in Ibiza and a cake taller than the bride and groom.

I’m currently engrossed in;

ORANGE

capital

 

 

 

Finally, a photo I came across today;

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Harry photobombing Kiwi boxer at the Commonwealths

Hazza for King.

Where romance, Bollywood, prison and Prince Harry combine.