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No not that kind of self-love you filthy animals!
February 18th 2015 was the happiest day of my entire life. It was the day I lay eyes on Maxwell, my perfect long haired Jack Russell Terrier
I don’t know about everyone else but, when I was growing up, I was often told that I was a very small part of the universe. Which is true.
On many an occasion, I have reached for this chicken soup recipe. Whenever I’m ill, hungover or just seeking home comfort, this is my go to!
Anyone that knows me, knows my life revolves around animals, cheese and wine. I mean let’s be serious, what more do you need in life?
Anyone who has lived in London, or even just visited, knows that this city is the epitome of the term “rat race”.
You know what’s really difficult? Taking an already stressful situation & adding an inner monologue that tells you everything can go wrong
My January started off terribly anyway. A week in and I was told my grandfather had died. We were never truly close but it was still a blow.
Before I even get into this properly, let me just say, lockdown has definitely won.
Don’t worry, this isn’t some sort of intense piece about whether I’m spiritual or not. Not my type of thing.
So, my first panic attack wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, and as they say with traumatic events, we remember every little detail.
On a sunny afternoon of October 2015, on a busy London construction site, my entire outlook on life would completely change within minutes.