Blogmas Day 24 – Spending Christmas away from Home for the First Time

It’s going to be a great Christmas, I’m sure of it. But actually registering that Christmas is happening is a little more difficult because my Christmas routine is off. Even when I used to work Christmas day, I would still have lunch and presents with my family. This will be the first year I’m not woken up by my nephews at 7am so they can open their presents from Father Christmas in front of the whole family. Although Peggy wakes me up at 6.30am right now for a cuddle, so I guess it’s pretty much the same thing!

Blogmas Day 23 – The Internal “Meh”

When describing it to my boyfriend as he worried about the fact I didn’t want to get out of bed again, I described it as not being happy but not being sad either, just having a bit of an internal “meh”. And really, I just wanted to quantify that today as an explanation. Because in all honesty it’s fine to have an internal “meh” period, so long as you don’t pack up and stay there!

Blogmas Day 16 – Winter Skincare Tips

It’s understandable that a mix of dropping temperatures, harsh cold breezes, central heating and less vitamin D wrecks havoc on your skin. Drying it out, making it paler and otherwise dulling your glow. But it’s not the end of the world – a few simple changes and you won’t have to ride out dull, tight and sore skin until spring.

Blogmas Day 15 – Handing in My Dissertation – All the Thoughts I’ve had

I’ve written a few times about my disseration. When I first started trying to post about it weekly, it seemed like ages away that I’d be handing it in. But here we are; Christmas is fast approaching, and I’ve handed in a draft. I have a set of results, a lot of reading to do, and a lot of graphs to make. So as I gulp in anticipation of only having one term of uni left (I’m both terrified and SO DAMN READY!), I’m using today to reflect on everything a dissertation throws at you.

Blogmas Day 14 – How my Cat is Handling Christmas

When I planned this post back in October, I didn’t think about it in great detail. At that point we’d dropped a deposit for Peggy, but she didn’t even have a name. We hadn’t considered what her response would be to us putting up a giant tree covered in glittering lights and baubles, although we had laughed at memes of cats staring at pretty lights and decreeing that they must, indeed, murder them!