The rescue cat who rescued me


I write this, hunched over and slightly uncomfortable as I don’t want to disturb the fluffy baby who rests on my lap. This fluffy baby I speak of is a young cat which Liam and I adopted from the RSPCA – his name is Gandalf.

Gandalf was in the Little Valley RSPCA centre because his previous family could not afford to pay for an operation that he needed. Gandalf had a UTI that went unnoticed for a while which caused a build up of crystals in his urinary tract – so bad that his kidneys were so infected that he almost died. Gandalf had surgery to remove the build up of crystals in his urethra and luckily, he is in good health and his kidney function has returned to normal. Due to the severity of his condition, he will have to remain on a prescription diet for the rest of his life and have regular check ups at the vet – which is why I imagine he was in the centre for such a long time with the cost and risks involved with his care.

With all this in mind, we still fell for him, hook, line and sinker the moment he strutted into the ‘meeting room’. We picked him up a week later, expecting him to take a very long time to get used to us and his new home (he was a very nervous cat) – but after a couple of hours of sniffing around and finding his hidey holes he was meowing for attention and snuggled up next to use on the sofa.

For a while I had been feeling like I was missing something in my life – I have amazing friends, my perfect man, wonderful home and career – but I still had a hole that needed to be filled. I felt as though I was floating through my life with out any purpose other than to shop and decorate myself and my home.

Then there was Gandalf. The silly cat who wakes me up in the morning by lying on top of me and nibbling my cheek or bopping me on the head with his paw. The playful cat who gets so excited when you come home from work and who throws himself onto his back so you can tickle his tummy. The mental cat who chases his own tail and prefers to play with nail files and pens than catnip ridden toys. The cat who prefers to do his business if you’re in the same room with him. The cat who jumps up on you when you’re sad to give you an eskimo kiss.

I hadn’t realised how much I needed him until he woke me in the middle of the night by ‘washing’ my hair and then cuddling into my chest, falling asleep with me. I don’t care if I sound like a crazy cat lady (which by the way, I can’t qualify for anyway as I have a man!), this cat has filled that empty hole and has made me feel complete. It is safe to say that I love him and I know that he loves Liam and I.

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us”


(obviously that is a quote from the film… my cat can’t talk)


Welcoming in 2017



This is going to be the first year I have ever made resolutions, so just to get my second goal on the way, here I am, increasing my chances of success by  publish them for all the world to see!

My resolutions for 2017 are…

One| Lose 2 stone in weight. I have found the last three months overwhelmingly stressful – so I have been using food for comfort. I am ashamed of the amount of weight I have put on since September 2016 and am now determined to get to the body shape that I was two years ago. I want to loose 28 pounds in 12 months… so that’s only about 2.5 pounds a month… Which I believe to be very achievable!

Two | Establish a goal for myself to achieve every week. Whether this goal is to finish a unit of my diploma, not eat any refined sugar or run 10 miles (fat chance),  research  by Dominican University of California shows that by writing your goal down you increase your chances of success by 33%.

Three | Identify three things that I am grateful for everyday to continue the journey of training my brain to look for the good things in life. According to a 2012 study published in Personality and Individual Differences, grateful people experience fewer aches and pains and report feeling healthier than other people.

Four | Become more aware of my feelings. My anxiety makes me avoid risks and settle for less. I want to dedicate a few minutes a day thinking about how I am feeling. I need to understand that my feelings from one area in my life may overflow into other areas in my life. By being more aware of my feelings, I want to be able to balance my emotions so I am able to make the best decisions.

Five | Strive to eat a lot healthier.  I don’t drink coffee so sugar is my caffeine and I am addicted… to the point that I sometimes have headaches when my body craves a sugar fix. I have tried many times to go cold turkey (PB: 15 days) but this year I will find a way that fits my routine and diet best. I will try to eat more fruit for a natural sugar boost rather than my usual milkshake or chocolate bar. I will meal prep for my weekly lunches and stop buying sandwiches at work.

As well as these resolutions, I would also like to accomplish a few goals. Last year I wanted to: buy a house; learn to play an instrument; stop forgetting birthdays and stop spending so much money. I bought a house, almost stopped forgetting birthdays and stopped spending money on things I didn’t need. However, I didn’t even touch an instrument. This year I would like to:

One | Read more books

Two | Decorate our new house from top to bottom

Three | Complete my diploma

Four | Landscape our garden

Five | Welcome a fluffy kitty to our little family

Wishing you all a very happy new year! I hope you achieve any goals that you have set yourselves! Love always, L ♥




The Silver Lining

Thoughts, Uncategorized

Writer’s block. I’m not sure what that exactly means, but I know I have it. I’m not a writer though; so am I technically allowed to say I have writers block?!


I have this blog as a sort of escape from the ‘real world’, I write about crap that doesn’t matter and things that people probably don’t really care about. I write because it makes me feel happy – if we wanna go cheesy, it makes me feel whole. So as I’m sat on the bed in the spare bedroom of my mother’s house, wrapped up in a thousand layers to keep the cold away from my skin, watching Netflix (with no chill, unfortunately); I have this sudden urge to write everything and anything. But of course, nothing comes. It’s like my brain has decided to clock out for the night.

Instead of something that has any kind of resemblance to words from a sane mind, we have these words. Words that are typed onto the MacBook that I can’t quite afford, by fingers with nails that need some serious TLC. Word that are falling from a mind of someone who needs to close her emails, stop panicking about things that cannot be fixed until start of business on Monday and chill the f*#k out. Words that are tumbling down this metaphorical s*#t storm of my life – when actually as I write this, I realise that life is pretty fantastic at the moment.

What is not pretty fantastic at the moment are my anxiety levels – I cannot deal with any form of stress. Stress gives me a rash and my waist line its own equator. I’m spending my Friday night stressing over things that I cannot control. I’m purchasing the most expensive thing I will probably ever buy, everything around me is insured; including my life, which is currently worth £160,000 apparently. Why can’t buying a house be as simple as The Sims (Ctrl+C “motherlode”) – I was not emotionally prepared for this ride. I also stupidly arranged two exams for the same week that we were supposed to be exchanging – but of course, nothing ever goes to plan and the speed at which the solicitor is moving, we probable won’t complete until 2017.

It will all be worth, it will all be worth it, it will all be worth it.

So I’m back in the room, wrapped up tight. Liam’s just come in from the gym and is curled up at my side, reading over my shoulder as I write this and I’m reminded that all this crap doesn’t matter.

There’s that light at the end of the tunnel, the silver lining to my heavy grey cloud that I created for myself. Life is only as hard, busy or stressful as you allow it to be. I need to stop allowing my black dog overcome me. So, that black dog is being taken outside, at least for tonight. I’m off to watch American Horror Story now.

Take care out there.

Love, always. L x