Sleep Induced Post

It's nearly two thirty in the morning. All you're getting is a list...

I went to work, read for nearly six hours, got lost in a world of dragons and elves and then came home. My evening involved tea and sunset at the beach, followed by watching We Bought a Zoo. There was a lot of icelandic music and I fear the combination of dragons and iceland may have melted my brain.

In the morning I have a phone interview for an exciting summer adventure. Oh boy, my head is such MUSH!

Love xo

Realisation regarding TOWIE

As mentioned previously, due to a birth celebration, my friends and I had a civilised evening of cocktails and dinner, and then a not so civilised evening, going out themed as TOWIE. Now, for all of us this was a bit of a revelation when we realised that...

1. There is good reason we don't own, let alone wear, neon, tight clothing.

2. Fake tan that is 50p from Primark is always going to look bad, no matter the hope you have that it wont be a disaster.

I also discovered that although my ridiculously blonde eyebrows require a daily application of brow pencil, this is not nearly in the same league as that which is required when you're pretending you're from Essex. Also, fake eyelashes are a nuisance like no other.

So, with those realisations documented, here's a few ridiculous photos. 

In addition to the excitement of a TOWIE night, the past few days have been occupied with friends, work and family. Friday night me and the girls cooked a lot of duck, and made slutty brownies, a recipe we stole from The Londoner, which is incidentally, one of my new favourite blogs. Anyway, after essentially eating delicious heart disease, we watched In Time, with a bit of Justin Timberlake and then went to bed. Saturday I returned to the beach to begin my seventh season of work there. Yes, seventh. I'm not sure what to make of that, but there we go. Sunday was full of church and family, and today has been incessantly pouring with rain, so apart from a food shopping trip with the mother, I've been locked inside with a novel.

It may not be extravagant, but it's been a good couple of days. Anyway, I need to go do tedious things like wash up and write a to-do list. So, farewell for now, and in the meantime, enjoy drooling over the delights of my cooking!

Love xo

The Great Exchange

I have a feeling that this time last year I wrote a post marvelling at why Good Friday was ever called 'good'. For so long I could never understand why a man's death was a good thing, in fact, it seemed utterly barbaric.

But today, I get to celebrate the love of God that overcomes all things, and is lavished on my life with such generosity it has changed everything I am. 


‘The soldiers stripped Jesus and put a scarlet robe on him, and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand. Then they knelt in front of him and mocked him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him […] Above his head they placed the written charge against him: “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews” […] About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”) […] And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.’ (Matt 27:28-31, 37, 50)


Jesus' death is remarkable, his crucifixion overwhelming, because he never deserved to die. As a man he was sinless and had done no wrong, as God, he is holy, perfect and powerful. The Great Exchange; that on the cross he exchanged his sinlessness for my sin, his perfection for all of my imperfections and in doing so, made a way for me to know him, with all of my sin and rubbish dealt with. 


Someone pointed out these incredible truths to me:

• Jesus was lead outside the city, so that we could be brought into the city of God.
• Jesus was stripped naked, so that we could be clothed in righteousness.
• Jesus' body was broken, so that we could be made whole.
• Jesus was forsaken by God, so that we could be accepted.
• Jesus was put to death, so that we could be made alive.

Good Friday is an incredible day. I look to the cross and see the love of God so perfectly displayed; a love that led him to His death, a love that welcomes me completely. Love that blows me away.

And what's even better is that Sunday is coming, for the Saviour didn't stay dead in the grave, but is raised to life, securing my hope in Him forever more. 

May you have an incredible few days lovely friends. I am off to marvel at this some more and enjoy dinner with friends this evening. What a weekend. I am just so, so blessed. 

From Waterloo to a Ghost Village.

Monday morning I was due to leave London but after it was discovered there was a fridge of food that needed eating before I headed back to the south coast, some friends were invited over to help me munch down the box of eggs I didn't want to go off. We enjoyed a scrumptious breakfast of fruit and american pancakes before leaving for Waterloo. My lovely friends helped me with the burdensome suitcase and such and it wasn't long before I found myself on the train to the coast.

Unfortunately I'd drunk nearly an entire caffetiere of coffee over breakfast and then bought an iced latte at the station as I had some time to spare. Needless to say I was quite hyped up whilst in the crowded little train carriage. The day was amazingly sunny and as I travelled west, a friend and I decided it was a good day to head to the Purbecks, an area of hills and beach and general astounding beauty. 

So, not three hours from being in East London, I found myself standing in an abandoned village on a military firing range, admiring an art installation and the beautiful scenery. It was a little surreal. We were in Tyneham village, a place that the army took over in the early years of WW2 as they had a camp there already. It's only open a few weeks of the year, and though we'd tried and failed to visit over Christmas, the day was perfectly sunny. We headed to the beach and discovered the most stunning cliffs and hills, with a sail boat sat peacefully on the water. There was no one around. It was made even more perfect by the arrival of what looked like a pirate ship. I was fairly sure I'd found myself in some sort of novel. We finally left after taking a billion photos and watching the sunset, and succumbing to the dalmatians desire to eat the biscuits we'd brought. We saw deer on our return through the forest, and I arrived back home still somewhat in awe. 

Now the last few days haven't been quite so picturesque, but they have been fun. Tuesday I caught up with my friends, most of which I've not seen since Christmas. We're all a little mad, have an unhealthy appreciation for cake, and have a slight ability to laugh until our faces contort into the most grotesque shapes. Needless to say, we had a good evening of dinner and cocktails for the Irish one's birthday. It involved a lot of squealing and excitement. 

Yesterday I drank about a tank of tea as I caught up with another friend, before heading to the girls' house for dinner and fun. The evening ended on their new trampoline, gazing at stars and recovering from hysterical laughter and screaming which is the obvious result of bouncing around in the dark.

Today I was meant to work, but considering it's reverted back to winter, I wasn't needed at the beach. I plan to achieve some of the things on my to-do list and read a bit of my book about dragons. 

Oh, and tonight we're going out, dressed as TOWIE characters. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, I have to laugh at the insanity that is my life.

Much love amigos. 

xo

Holiday Weekend

Following the beauties of my Friday night, I was dubious as to whether the rest of my first weekend of holiday would live up to my high hopes. Fortunately I have been pleasantly surprised and find myself still awake at this crazy time of night in an attempt to process and remember everything. There's nothing like a little blog blabber to organise one's head!

So, Saturday I got up rather earlier than I usually would but made my way to West London to meet two friends from home. The plan was the Natural History Museum but this was somewhat delayed by their getting lost, and so I continued the interruption with a latte in a cafe around the corner. After being reunited, hugging a lot and squealing a little,we made our way to the musuem, and spent a couple of hours being awed by the giant whale, the inside of a camel, and the incredible dinosaur's. It's a geeks paradise I'm telling you. Lunch involved delicious french sandwiches and pudding and a little more coffee in a rather sophisticated place. The food was divine but we definitely didn't succeed in the sophistication stakes.

Anyway, a short hop over to Leicester Square to collect some show tickets and then a wander past Whitehall to the Southbank Chocolate Festival. There was insufficient freebies at said festival so we bought some cookies and millionaire's shortcake and enjoyed the cooking wonders that were about instead. The rest of the day saw us head back to Leicester Square and enjoy a casual mojito at a bar which overlooks the whole of London. Another day of loving the city. 

Whilst my friend's went to see Les Mis (incredibly, incredibly jealous!) I went home, finished my essay, watched some House and got an earlyish night. Perfection.

Today conisisted of church fun, so some student teaching stuff, church, then drinks at a bar for about three hours. We spent time sharing our testimonies and it's amazing to hear the diversity in everyone's stories. Being a bit of a story geek, I've fallen in love with the grace that allows each one of us a story that details God's redemption. Each one reminds me how much God cares about us individually, how he values all that way go through, and has an incredible way of making all things work together for our good. Tonight I heard things that belong in a fictional novel, and not someone's real life, but all of it, the blend together and the variety of ways that God has changed people just blows me away. I love, love, love grace.

Returning to the east, I went to a friend's house for some dinner (mainly because he'd offered to cook me curry! Hurrah!) and then we chatted until near enough now.

The morning shall see friends descending on the flat for some scrummy breakfast and a bit of a prayer session before I head to Waterloo and travel back to the hometown. I seem to have crammed a lot into the weekend, and this post as a matter of fact, but it's good just to splurge a little. Here's to hoping that the supposed snow doesn't actually arrive this week, I've been far too happy about free feet in flip flops and the floral summer dresses being unpacked.

Blessings and hugs to one and to all.

Love xoxo

A Little Perfection

Picture this, twenty people gathered around two burning fires, silently watching the girl with a guitar singing her heart out. Cold beer, mixed with a little lime sits in hand, and someone leans their head on a friends shoulder. The fires spit embers and smoke into the air and everyone shares that wistful moment, wondering if things could ever get more beautiful.

Harrow is a long way from where I live, it involves a ridiculous tube journey, and as we discovered this evening some running if you ever want to return from the outback that is zone five.

Despite this however, I have just enjoyed one of the best evenings possible. Some friends of mine live out that way, and the guys invited us over for a BBQ evening, with fire pits, huge amounts of food, and a whole lot of music and chat. It was the perfect start to the Easter holidays, for today I finished all of my lectures and seminars for first year. That's right, I seem to have survived.

It's time for this content child to head to bed, ready for an adventure with some friends tomorrow involving the Natural History Museum and a French Cafe.

Oh gosh, I love the blessings of my life.

Essay Procrastination

I love this song a lot a lot. Ben Howard, Bones.

Oh go, far from this small town bar we know
Yeah go, frolic in the lights that brought you here
So very long

And hold, hold your lips so tightly
That the shadows may go

Cause I know, I know, I know I know

You can never be alone
Cause it's just the bones you're made of

And you laugh like you've never been lonely
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you laugh like there's hope in the story
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you laugh like I'll be there to hold you always
Always here
I'm always here, always here

And go silent as death on the first day of the snow
Oh go leave these fires burning
A house of embers and coal
And cover cover all those boys that search for love
In your room
Cause lust is just a child's game
And you, oh you were always late to bloom

And you laugh like you've never been lonely
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you laugh like there's hope in the story
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you laugh like I'll be there to hold you always
Always here
Always honey, always here

And you love like you've always been lonely
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you love him with all of your body
That's alright honey
That's alright with me
Oh you love him like he'll be there for always
Always honey yeah, always near
Always honey, always near
Always honey, always near

Oh go far from this small town bar we know
Oh go, leave me with this burning soul
Out here in the cold
Cause it's just the bones you're made of