THINKING about the weekend just gone and how going to the Electric Cinema in Shoreditch has ruined all future cinema trips. Dang. Seriously though... if you are a Londoner and haven't been you REALLY need to.

WEARING all black. Because its summer and I live in England.



ENJOYING the grey skies and endless rain. Oh and sleepy Monday mornings.

MAKING plans for the day off that Ben and I have in September.

EATING. Always.

DRINKING water and cucumber. Wishing it was a G&T instead. Too early though?

FEELING like the funk that came on yesterday afternoon is here for a few more days yet. Thanks hormones.

NEEDING to stop looking at my latest tat refresh. Matt Stopps is ah-mazing.



WANTING my lunch. Wanna know a secret? I've had two breakfasts today. And I'm still hungry....Hormones can be a bitch sometimes. Oh and to realllly get back on this blogging train at some point.

LISTENING to Mumford & Sons. Their newest album is GOLDEN and I've barely listened to anything else since I got back from Cornwall.

WISHING that it was October next year already and I was getting married already! p.s bought my wedding dress the other week. Anyone wanna read a bit of a wedding bits update? 

A picture diary of the loveliest holiday in Cornwall!

Something that I need to work on..

*totally unrelated picture of my two favourite boys... 

After a late night wrestle convo with Ben yesterday I've decided *drum roll please* that I need to work on letting the little things go more. 

Not the 'little important things' such as but just the 'little things'. 

Confused?

Let me give you an example 

**scene**

Ben and I are getting ready for bed...face washing, teeth cleaning, general faffing around and the such. Ben stands his toothbrush back on the side and goes to leave the bathroom. 

Whoa there Mister. Where'd you think you're going?

THE TOOTHBRUSH BELONGS IN THE TOOTHBRUSH HOLDER WITH THE OTHER TOOTHBRUSHES!!!!!!!!!!!! 

The fucking audacity. 

Problem is Ben has realised my outrage subtle anxiety and is completely hell bent on having his toothbrush outside of the designated toothbrush holder all night. 

Just to clarify...he's decided that's where it's going and I'm not allowed to move it. 

Remember this post? Same thing. 

Territorial, stubborn ass Ben rears his head again and i'm escorted out of the bathroom watched like a hawk in case I make a dive to put it back in it's rightful place. 

After being escorted to bed, Ben and I then have a lengthy chat and giggle about my silly little idiosyncrasies and the need to let go stupid things like where toothbrushes NEED to be kept in the bathroom (even if it makes perfect sense to me). 

I agree.. I will make an effort to not let these silly little things bother me anymore. 

We go to sleep. 

I dream of toothbrush holders. 

**end scene**

And that's why i'm marrying him. 

Because he teaches me important lessons like "don't sweat the small stuff" in a way that actually relates to me rather than reading words on some pinterest and thinking "oooh I should probably do that..".

So thanks Ben. You're a star.

Lesson learnt. 

Now put your toothbrush back where it belongs.