Thursday, 13 July 2017

How I cured the eczema on my face and eyes

REALLY OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: I’m not a doctor. If you didn’t know. I’m not qualified to deal with eczema, dermatitis, or skincare in any which way, except that I used to have really severe facial eczema, and now I don’t. As you will see, I did – and absolutely recommend that you do – seek medical advice with this condition first and foremost, so please don’t blame me if you, I don’t know, put coconut oil on your face and spontaneously combust, okay?

Second disclaimer: this is going to be quite a long, informative post – I want it to be that way, because this is what I would have wanted to read last year when I was going through hell and back with my eczema – but if you just want a quick round up of the products I recommend, with links, I’ll put that at the bottom so you can just scroll straight down. I hope that helps!

Third and final disclaimer: I don't have any photos at the moment because although I took some 'before' shots, annoyingly I can't find them. If and when I find them I'll add them here. 

Okay, so: here we go!

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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Canary Wharf Weekends

When I first moved to Canary Wharf (nearly four years ago now! Where does the time go?!) a lot of people would kind of give me a weird look when I told them where I lived. It’s the same response we still get now… ‘but isn’t it really dead at the weekends?’


Not only has it NEVER been dead at the weekends (but it is usually quiet enough that you can get a table! Good for those who have always been a bit old at heart – like yours truly!) the introduction of the cross rail and the new shops and restaurants that have come alongside that means there is literally SO much to do in Canary Wharf that you could never get bored of living there (to the disappointment of my mum who wants me to move back to my hometown today!) Recently we spent a whole sunny Saturday and I thought I’d run you through what we did…

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Monday, 10 July 2017

Glastonbury 2017 – Worthy View

Around this time last year I wrote this post and in it I asked how people do Glastonbury, at least when they’re not 21 anymore and they can’t spend a weekend sleeping drunk in a puddle without spending an entire month in a spa to recover. And this year, HOORAY, I actually figured it out!



Last year’s Glasto was such a hard slog. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong, but I came home exhausted and covered in mud and just genuinely wondering if I was going to do it again. When my friends started the yearly group chat around who was going to get up early for tickets, I honestly considered saying I was out, and when we managed to get them (thanks to my extremely hungover husband, who then immediately slammed the laptop shut and went back to sleep for 3 hours!) I couldn’t tell if I was pleased or nervous. And THEN, one of my friends admitted he was kind of feeling the same way, and we came up with a secret plan to convince the others (who still think sleeping in the puddle is fun and ‘authentic’) that camping at Worthy View was a good idea.

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