Thank You, 2018. Next...

Sunday 30th December 2018.

To say that tomorrow is the last day of 2018 is kinda strange. We always say that the years go quick, but I feel like for every year we get older, the years just go quicker.

I'm not a 'New Year, new me' kinda gal, but I do like to have goals in my head, have hopes for the year and just ride the wave until I crash off. I entered this New Years in St Albans, which was a pretty lame night if I'm honest. I had a good time with the girls, but all in all it was busy, expensive and the music was pretty rubbish. The night ended with a kebab and I wasn't even drunk.

Me, Myself and Thailand: Day 2

Sunday 11th November, 2018

5.55am my alarm was set for... 5.55am. You’d think being away would mean that you actually get some form of rest, but nooo... not me. I have to have action packed all the time and don’t think about how tired I’ll be when that moment comes. Breakfast is between 7-10am and my private transfer was due to pick me up at 8.30, so I ideally wanted to be having breakfast at 7.30.

The night before I knew my hair would need fixing, as the humidity here is crazy and I will end up looking like Monica when she went away in season 9/10 Friends. Luckily, however, when I woke up my hair was pretty tame... that was the alarm going on for another hour.

Me, Myself and Thailand: Day 1

Saturday 10th November, 2018

I had my alarm set for a depressing 5.50am and made sure I got little sleep that night in hoping I’d be KO on the plane. I had packed the night before, so I just needed to shove my hair up and put some comfy clothes on. I never bother to do my makeup for a flight (especially one that long) as:

1.It’ll only come off anyway

2.It’s a plane... why are you caked in makeup anyway?

3.The recycled air and air-con in planes is so bad for your skin. You’re basically putting your skin through torture by shoving layers of foundation on your skin and if rather not come off the plane with 3 volcanoes ready to erupt.