I’m still alive!

It has been whole two months since my last post and for that I sincerely apologise. I don’t have an amazing excuse really except for the fact I’ve just really enjoying being home and free, apart from work and helping with renovating the house of course. Shall I update you on what I’ve been doing? I think I should!

Where to start?

Since writing last I took a short but sweet trip to London to see Dan and catch up with Em which was lovely and well overdue. After having quite a grey couple of weeks to say the least they really lifted my spirits as we caught up with each other. It does help that the weather was glorious and I had a box of 20 chicken nuggets! So my last post was uploaded on the 23rd of May, on the 26th Dan and I went to Greenwich for the day and visited the Martime museum in Greenwich before strolling around Greenwich park in the sun for a couple of hours.

After a lovely, relaxing weekend I returned back to the green, green, wet, rainy, grass of home and mucked in on decorating the house. It’s all fun and games until you find a bees nest chilling above the boiler in your bathroom. It was a source of great hilarity and panic which has now thankfully been resolved! Between working, decorating and spending time with the rascals I call friends excitement brewed as I prepared for my first holiday without my parents and Dan’s first holiday (sorry Dad) EVER! Before now he’d never been on an aeroplane and never left the UK. I know, shocking.

The weekend before we flew off to sunny Costa Brava Dad and I travelled up to London to spend the weekend together. Usually, when Dad visits we walk for hours and hours on end and see all the sights that we’ve already seen about a dozen times and exhaust all of our energy being fully fletched tourists, this time was different. As I am know a Londoner I can see the sights whenever I want really and I’m sure Dad has seen them hundreds of times by now so we took it easy. There were a few things that Dad wanted to do in particular like, visit the O2 and go for lunch at the National Theatre, which we did, and it was lovely. On the day before we jetted off Dan met us at Covent Garden for a lovely breakfast in the little French cafe on the square and I had the best Belgian chocolate waffle I’ve ever tasted!

After parting ways, Dad back to the coach station and me and Dan back to Willesden Green the excitement for our holiday kicked in, as Dan still had a suitcase to pack. *Correction* I still had Dan’s suitcase to pack. After an evening of playing Cards Against Humanity with our friends we settled into bed ready for the exciting week ahead.

Holidays came and went in a flash and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. The hotel was beautiful, the weather was gorgeous and Dan was like a small child the entire time. He spent the entire flight staring at the big bad world below and was genuinely more excited than the children that were sat in front of us. After spending 15 euros on a snorkel and refusing to spend 12 on sun cream the holiday drew to a close and we returned back to the big smoke, me for a night and Dan for two nights, before returning home home.

Since then, he’s visited Wales, I’ve turned 20, Shelley smashed her first triathlon, I’ve been to Felixstowe and I’ve returned to seeing Chris George daily (told you I’d include you). June has been a brilliant month and I’ve got lots of exciting plans for July that I’ll hopefully keep you up to date with. I promise I won’t leave it two months this time! It’s 14 days late but here’s my month and I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it.

Speak to you soon,

Lols xx


Being lost can be fun sometimes!

Hello everybody! I’m back again this week with a more interactive introduction to my blog post than usual. If this is the first posts that you’re reading you won’t know that in the last post of every month I include a monthly video. It’s a compilation of little clips I’ve taken throughout the month, and I’ve been doing this now since January.

I am thoroughly enjoying making these videos and it’s so much fun to capture little moments of my month and being able to watch the memories back is so much fun.

In this weeks post I would just like to hear some feedback from those who have been reading my posts and watching my videos for a while now. I’d love to know what you would like to hear me talk about or give my opinion on, or some feedback on my videos.

I am finally coming to terms with my new found freedom now that summer is in full swing and I am so much happier now that I’m home at last. I’ve returned to work at the Village so that I can save some money to spend on my holidays and on the day trips I have planned so far.

Although I haven’t got up to anything extremely interesting so far it has been so lovely to sit back and relax and help around the house. I’ve had the chance to chill out with my favourite people and I’m already making memories for this summer, one of which I am going to talk about today!

On Sunday, myself and a few of my favourite people decided we would go for a leisurely walk in the sun. The walk was lovely and we did have a glorious day but a walk that should’ve taken us 25 minutes ended up being 25 miles. Morale was high(ish), the sun was shining and while being lost I couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed by the amazing sights of the beautiful country I’m from. Here are some photos I snapped.
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Like I said, it’s almost monthly video time so let me know what you think and any suggestions when it comes to posts. Feel free to message me privately if you don’t want to comment and don’t forget to share this with your friends if you enjoy these posts. Hope you’re all keeping well, speak to you soon.

Lols xx

A little realisation!

So I didn’t write last week because I was at home and had my wonderful boyfriend come to stay with me for a couple of days which was glorious.

The past two visits home have been pretty chaotic. We’ve recently moved house (for the billionth time, we love moving). The house we’ve moved in to needs a complete renovation and while that’s being done I haven’t had a bedroom until this week! My bedroom is brand new now and it’s lush. So that is my big, fat, long winded explanation as to why I haven’t posted!

I was at home for the two weeks of Easter holidays as you know, and then I returned to London for a week before returning home again, for a night out that was arranged in January but turned out to be nothing like we expected! Myself, Shelley and Beth soon found a way to entertain ourselves so in that sense it was a good night. And then my Big Idiot came to Cardiff for a few days and we did some nice things together like, go to Tenby, and spend time with my family.IMG_0450
On Friday then we travelled back to London for no reason really. I didn’t want to go, I don’t have any plans up there, I don’t have any commitments up there (except for friendships of course) and so I decided to come home once again. I’ve come home and already feel so much better, especially after spending most of Saturday morning wrapped around my toilet seat throwing my guts up, lush I know, you’re welcome for the description ;). I’ve since helped my parents with a lot around the house and been for lunch with my Dad. It feels so much better to be home, I don’t feel half as anxious, I don’t feel ill anymore and I feel sort of relaxed.

Freedom is so overwhelming especially when you don’t have anything in particular you want to do with it. It’s something I’ve discovered that a lot of my friends are feeling, and I’m taking my time but I’m slowly coming to terms with it. I’ve spent eight solid months working my butt off and trying to be the best in what I want to do but I’ve been told that I’m allowed to not do anything, I’m allowed to not have any plans, and I’m allowed to relax. So that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to relax and I’m trying to be content with not having a plan. Which if you know me and my habits I hate not having a plan, it’s something that really wears me down so I’m trying my best to be okay with it.

I don’t know how long I’m going to be home for, a good few weeks, as long as I need to be I guess. But I’m okay with that, you all know home is my favourite place, and my friends and family are my favourite people in the entire world so that isn’t a problem!

I’d really love it if you, if there is anyone actually reading this, could give me some suggestions as to what to write about so I don’t go weeks without posting. Also, I’d appreciate it greatly if you give me a little support and (if anyone is actually reading this ;)) give this a like and share it with your friends.

I hope you’re all doing well and I’ll speak to you soon.

Lols xx

And we’re out of here!

Submissions are all handed in, presentations done and dusted and the sun has come out (although momentarily) to kick off what’s sure to be a brilliant five and a half months of summer. Not only that but it’s got off to a flying start already. I returned to the green, green grass of home for the two weeks of the Easter holidays to relax and spend some well overdue time with my family who have been so incredibly supportive throughout my first year of university and for that I am eternally grateful. I also got to spend some Q time with some of my favourite people, the highlight being the last Saturday of the holidays, sitting in the sun, watching rugby with some glorious people before spending the night on the town.

My plans for summer are somewhat blurred, with hints of clarity as I already have lots of things planned but nothing at the same time. Holidays are being booked and dates are being thrown into the diary ready to pack the holidays with memories.

Before then, I’m going to let myself pause for some reflection on my first year as a university student. I started uni life rather apprehensive about my abilities and what was to come, but soon found my feet and built up a clear and concise knowledge of not only the music industry and the field that I love but people and relationships as well. I’ve been so lucky with a handful of the people I’ve met and made some bonds that I hope will never be broken. I’ve come across some souls that are like mine and found my soul mates in friends and in a special someone.

I’ve also been lucky to have picked a subject that I absolutely adore. You hear some people say, “I’ve never thought, oh my god I want to quit” and I thought I had that moment in a few things, but they never lasted. Music has always been in my blood and it’s something that has been present throughout my life. As a little girl, and a young teenager I tried my best to be the creative, I tried to learn how to play instruments, I tried to learn how to sing, I tried to learn how to be a good actress, but I never had enough confidence to pursue it. Not once have I thought of quitting. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every second of it and I’m itching for my second year to begin. I’ve been taught and mentored by the best in my field and have had the pleasure of meeting some brilliant music minds that are my peers.

We’ve had a fantastic first year, let’s just hope our second year is better still!.

If you haven’t noticed as well, this is the last blog post of April (even though I didn’t post last week… Or the week before) which means it’s monthly video time. With submissions and presentations taking priority this month, the video is substantially shorter than last months but it’s a good one, with an appearance from one of my favourite country musicians. If I haven’t already told you, give the video a watch to find out who! For those of you who still have hand-ins and exams to go, I wish you the best of luck and roll on summer.

Speak to you soon,

Lols xx

In summer!

Hello my lovelies!

Hope you’re all having a good week so far! It’s been lovely to be home and I’m finally starting to relax after a stressful last week in uni. I’ve managed to finish two of my essays and I have one to go which I’m dreading to be quite honest. I don’t really know what I’m doing with it so fingers crossed that it’ll just come to me.

Summer is around the corner and I cannot wait. My wardrobe is going to be completely re vamped and I will look like one of those girls on Instagram who have perfect clothes and hair and make-up. My hair and make-up may not cooperate but a girl can dream.

I’ve got so many exciting things coming up throughout the entire summer which is great and Dan and I will be going on our first holiday together, and his first holiday for that matter.

I wanted to just point out something that I mentioned a few times in the first couple of weeks of writing this blog, which I am super proud of myself for keeping up for this long, which is… My friends are amazing. My house is currently being completely re decorated and as a result I don’t have a bedroom at the moment. My friends and my friends’ families have continuously offered me places to stay and to feed me daily if needed. Not only that, one of my favourite people in the world has even offered me to stay in her house while she’s on her holidays this week. When the people I look up to and consider to be my family do things like this it makes me realise how lucky I am to have such amazing people in my life.

So if you’re reading this and you are one of those people, thank you, you make me feel like a very loved and lucky young lady.

They are my sunshine, so please don’t take my sunshine away.

Please let me know what you’d like me to talk about next week and like and share this very short (but hopefully, sweet) post and I’ll speak to you soon.

Lols xx

It’s my last week :(

Hey guys,

I cannot believe that it is my last week of my first year in university. It’s been a huge whirlwind and a completely new experience but I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. It’s really solidified my career plans and made it apparent what field I’d like to work in.

This weeks post is just going to be a little memoir of my favourite moments of my first year in London.

Number 1:

My first favourite moment of uni life has got to be freshers week (obviously). I met so many amazing people over the two weeks (including Daniel) and they’re definitely friends that I hope I will share the rest of uni life and music career with.

Number 2:

Number 2 has got to be my weekly visit to Emily’s flat, where she would feed me and provide me with hours of endless laughter! I’ve found an amazing friend in her and she is absolutely smashing our second and last semester. Along with all of our other adventures of course along with visiting her at home in Essex and getting to meet all of her friends. She’s a good egg.

Number 3:

My last, although not the last, is getting to share this amazing experience with my best friend who I’ve had the pleasure of living with, also. We’ve had quite a rocky experience, for reasons I’m not going to share on here of course, but I wouldn’t change it for the world and I cannot wait to find somewhere for us to live next year and having another great year living together :). We’ve both got some exciting things coming up as well so again I can’t wait to share them with her as we both progress in our careers.

Obviously I have more than three favourite moments but if I were to write them all on here you would get way too bored and the post would be way too long.

I didn’t post last week because I was travelling back from home and unfortunately I’ve been hit with the JDM this week and have really been struggling with fatigue this week. The stress of presentations at the end of this week and essays due at the end of the month has made me feel a little unwell.

It’s monthly video time again! So go over and watch it on the link below! Again been a very short post but at least you’ve got one eh?

I hope you’ve all had a good two weeks and I hope you enjoy the video!

Speak to you soon,

Lols xx


Hello readers,

I have already written this post but it disappeared into thin air so here I am writing it again.

I’m not even going to mention what’s happened in London this week because I’m sure you’ve all heard/read about it already.

I’m excited though because I’m going home today for the first time in 8 weeks, you better be excited because I am! Not only do I get to see Layla and celebrate her 21st birthday with her (even though her birthday was in February) but I get to see my family and celebrate Mother’s Day with Queen Jackie and we’re going to have a lovely day together.

And to make going home even more exciting, KIRSTY IS HOME ON SUNDAY, for the first time in 7 months. She’s home from Australia, although she’s only home for two weeks and then she’s going back down under because that is where she’s decided she wants to spend the rest of her life which I’m fine about, honestly, it’s fine! No, but seriously, I’m very happy that she’s settled there. I mean FaceTime and phone calls are all well and good but there is nothing better than sitting in the pub with a pint and your girls (Kirsty, Nia, Jess and Loz).

Today’s post is going to be very short because that’s all I’ve got to say really. Except my wonderful Daniel may have a chance of performing at the Isle of Wight Festival and he really needs your votes to secure his place. I know he’s really appreciate your vote so follow the link. https://hotvox.co.uk/artists/daniel-jacklin

And before I go I’d just like to mention a very special man who sadly lost his battle with Cancer last week. Jan Horsey was what I like to call the definition of a legend. He was always happy to see you and always excited to hear about your day. I’ll never forget our little handshake and his amazing hugs and my thoughts are with his beautiful wife, Rhian and his beautiful girls Jess, Billie and Poppy sending my love and biggest cwtches. Rest in peace you amazing man, 15.03.2017.

Please continue to like and share my blogs, I really appreciate it and I’ll speak to you soon.

Lols xx

My friends are better than yours!

Hello my people,

I hope you’ve all had a good week and did a good deed of some form after last weeks post!

Let me just get one thing straight before I continue with this post. My friends are better than yours. Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way I will explain why/what I mean by that.

Now, myself, Shelley and Beth met at the haven that is, The Village Hotel Cardiff. And they have become, over the year I’ve known them (although it feels like forever), to be two of my favourite ladies in the world. They’re both such amazing women who are so super funny, and bubbly, and friendly, and kind, the list goes on but they are all those things and more!

Since moving to London we’ve been talking about them coming to visit and doing a road trip up here for a couple of days but so far, haven’t got around to it for many reasons. BUT THIS WEEK THEY CAME AND SURPRISED ME!!

On Saturday morning Dan was acting really shifty after we woke up. We’d already agreed that he would go to Tesco in the morning and get some bits for breakfast, but when we woke up I saw that he’d received a message on Facebook. He hid it straight away and asked if I had seen it, which I hadn’t. When I asked what it was about he told me not to worry and that when he went to the shop he had to pick something up. Which again, was very strange, since the Tesco near me doesn’t have a post office, so he couldn’t have ordered anything, and I couldn’t remember buying anything online.

Anyway, he said he was going to go in an hour or so, which was fine with me. An hour went past so I asked when he was going to go and he said he was going to leave ‘in a bit’. But then his phone buzzed again and he was up like a shot with “I’m going to the shop!”. Which was weird, again.

Once he’d left I went into Lily’s room to explain the weirdness. About 10 minutes later he came back into the flat and called “Babe?” expecting me to be in the kitchen but I was in Lily’s room instead. So I opened the door to see Beth and Shelley hiding either side of my front door.

It was THE BEST surprise and we had the best day wandering the streets of London. And that is why my friends are better than yours, soz.

Short and sweet again but I thought I would share this with you guys! Please like if you liked this weeks post and feel free to give it a cheeky share.
Speak to you soon,

Lols xx

Wednesday is the new Tuesday.

Wednesday is the new Tuesday I’ve decided, since the past couple of weeks I’ve failed to post on a Tuesday!

I didn’t really know what to write about this week and I was going through my website and realised I had two posts in my drafts. One I wrote in my first week of living in London and one I wrote a couple of weeks ago, which is kind of irrelevant now.

The title of the one I wrote in the first week of living in London was titled ‘Stay humble’. I still identify with this post because it rings true still. So here it is:

‘Londoners are angry people (casually generalizing all Londoners), most of them hate their jobs, or hate people, or hate crowds or hate something. An important thing for me moving to such a big and busy city was not to forget to be kind and to be humble. Being rude and angry gets you nowhere and won’t fulfil you at all which is why I’ve started to make a conscious effort to be polite and be kind to people, not that I didn’t do that before.

Now this sounds cheesy and weird but you never know what the power of a smile can do for someones day. Someone could’ve been given the worst news, or could’ve had a terrible day at work and just giving them a smile could lift them up, could make their day. So today (Friday, 16th of September) I took Layla to the bus station after an amazing three days of having her stay with me. On my way back through Victoria train station, i took my time, had a look in a few shops and did my first good deed of being in London. Today I donated £1 to a children’s charity. I noticed the collectors walking around the station and constantly being ignored or rejected by passers-by and I thought to myself, no one is in such a rush that they cannot stop for a couple of minutes to donate, or not donate but take a leaflet. Now I know most people will take leaflets and never look at them, but even taking it in the first place shows that you’re putting someone or something else before yourself. You’ve taken that two minutes to show that you care, even without donating.The second good deed of the day was while getting on the tube. A new Mum was simultaneously feeding her little boy and trying to board the tube and no one bothered to help her, so i grabbed her pram and offered to help, of which she was very grateful and I hope that made her day a bit happier.’


This weeks post is very short indeed but short and sweet I like to think! Why don’t you do a good deed today and brighten someones day, your good deed could be sharing this post and giving it a cheeky like and a comment ;). I hope you’ve all had a lovely start to the week and continue to have a good one.

Speak to you soon.

Lols xx Continue reading

Sometimes it gets hard…

Aloha readers!

I’d like to start this weeks blog post just by thanking you all for the amazing response and feedback on last weeks post, it means so much to me. It was my twentieth post believe it or not and I had the most reads since starting my blog which made me beam with joy!

Another thing, before I explain the title, attached at the bottom of this post will be a video that I’ve started making every month, inspired by one of my closest friends Sarah. It’s a video compiled of short clips of my favourite parts of the month and I’d love it if you could give it a watch.

The past week and a half have been a little bit of a struggle for me and I’ll tell you why. I’ve held back from writing this on my blog because it’s something I didn’t really want to be linked to my blog. Because if you’re not a close friend or relative of mine you wouldn’t know, and my blog was my ‘normal student’ bubble. When the truth is, I’m really not.

“Oh my God, she thinks she’s so special and individual compared to everyone else”. No, I don’t, I really really don’t because I know I’m not like everyone else. In fact I’m one of 3 in a million. Why? Because 5 years ago, in the May of 2012, I was diagnosed with an extremely rare muscle condition that affects only 3 in every million children in the UK a year. It’s called Juvenile Dermatomyositis (JDM) and it’s an auto-immune disease. Auto-immune diseases are the type that are triggered by your own immune system, which means that your body essentially attacks itself, in my case, my body eats my muscles for dinner. Luckily after 5 years of past and ongoing treatment my JDM is no longer active. This means that my body isn’t currently eating my muscles.

Now, this doesn’t mean that I don’t still suffer with symptoms. When I was at my worst back in 2012 my body was in so much pain and I was so tired all the time that I was in a critical condition and suffered severely with exhaustion. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and not to sound arrogant, but the likelihood is a large percentage of you never will.

Sometimes living with an invisible illness is hard, of course it is! Because the bottom line is, if you don’t have to deal with it you won’t ever understand that when I say I’m tired, very rarely am I the ‘normal’ amount of tired, when I say I’m aching, my body isn’t aching the ‘normal’ amount. It feels like when you lay down after a long, busy day and you feel your muscles finally relax. You feel them sink into your bed or sofa and drift away, mine sink into my bed usually and continue to sink until it’s painful to lie down. When I say I’m feeling ill, I’m not just the ‘normal’ amount of feeling ill because if I’m brutally honest, I don’t know what fighting fit feels like anymore. It’s one thing after another and there is always something going on inside me. Well that’s what it feels like anyway.

Sometimes it’s hard, when the world can’t see that, it’s hard.

Friend: “Why weren’t you at the pub last night?”/ “Why aren’t you coming to the pub tonight?”.

Me: “I’m so tired.”

Friend: “Oh come on just come for one!”.

Me: “Nah I’m really okay, I just want to go home and go to bed.”

Friend: “Okayyyy…”.

What I really want to say most of the time, and I have started to recently is being brutally honest, because 1. honesty is the best policy and 2. people aren’t going to understand anyway so I might as well. What I want to say most of the time is “I can’t think of anything better than going home, putting the kettle on, having a nice long shower, getting into bed, taking two ibuprofen and falling to sleep!”. Because that is the honest truth. If I’m going to be up from 7:30, taking an hour to travel to uni to get there for 10 and being there until 6pm, I just want to go home and I hope sometimes people understand that.

To explain the title, which so far I haven’t done very well, this past week and a half have been hard. I receive medication through an IV drip every eight weeks and I’ve had such a busy eight weeks that I’ve constantly been aching or in pain or so tired. It’s hard because everything that’s making me feel this way is invisible.

I’ve made this sound like every day is so incredibly difficult to me, it’s not. Because I have days where I feel ‘normal’ to my standards and I can keep up with everyone. Today I was dosed up with my eight weekly medication and I’m excited to be back on top form for the next eight weeks!

Just a reminder of the video I made this month that I thoroughly enjoyed making so please go and give it some time and attention. I hope you’ve all enjoyed your pancake day and made some super tasty ones (I know I did). Feel free to drop me a message or comment below any thoughts, they’re hugely welcomed and extremely appreciated as usual, and please share around if you’ve enjoyed reading the past few posts.

Speak to you soon.

Lols xx