Graduation: A Year On👩🏼‍🎓


July 12th 2017. Today marks a year since graduation and the end of my university experience. I don’t think I reflected or wrote about it on the blog at the time,so a year later I thought I would. 

It was one of the best days of my life. A day that I got to spend with some of my favourite people in the whole world. Best friends who I would never have been able to have gotten through those three years without. And I feel I can’t get through years without now. I feel I really have made friends for life in my uni friends and I will always be grateful for that. 

The weather was perfect. Not too hot,but also not too cold either. I remember going to get my gown with Amie and her saying ‘I’m so glad I get to graduate with you. I couldn’t have gotten through it without you. We done it!’ We did do it and I’m so proud!  

I thought I was going to be more emotional than I was. Emotional that it was over,but in fact I felt elated. Happy and proud that I had managed to do it and that all the hard work had paid off. 

Me and mum got to do our famous ‘Gilmore Girls’ graduation pose and it was generally just one of the best days ever!

Now,a year on a lot has happened, and yet not alot has too. I came home after graduation and immediately had that sinking feeling of ‘home again’ but not knowing how long for. Well,it’s been a year and I’m still here. I miss the independence of having to fend for myself,yet it’s also nice to be here when my mum gets home from work everyday. 

Also in this year though,I’ve done quite a bit in terms of travelling. I crossed things off my bucket list. I went to Wales 3 times,I went to France,and generally had a good time. I fell in love for the first time,and even though it didn’t work out,I learnt a lot from him,in general and about myself. I got my first job which I start next week. And even though it’s only for the summer,I’m excited to see what the next chapter in my life brings. I’m hoping it’s a good one. 

A big Thankyou to Southampton Solent for being the best uni to go to. Thankyou to my family for always supporting me. My uni friends(Amie,Sarah,Tim,Sammeh and Mehrnaz),and my home friends (Becky,Sophie and Lucy). To Paul for making me realise what love was like and what now friendship is like. And to everyone who made graduation and who makes my life great. Wow that sounded like acknowledgements in a book I’ve written. Perhaps that’ll be the next thing to cross of the bucket list. Who knows! 

Hope you’re all doing well! 

Lots of love 
E 💕

Writing Prompts: Coffee and Tea

Surely you drink one or the other or know someone who does-write about it.


There are so many types of tea-green tea, herbal tea, different flavored teas, and the good old English breakfast, builder’s tea.

And of course there are just as many different types of coffee too, Americano, flat white, latte. One things for sure I could never be a barista. I’d get confused by all the different types of coffee and who wanted what.

Just because I don’t drink coffee though, it’s a smell I love. Going into costa or Starbucks, or the Pumpkin at the train station. Just the smell of coffee. I think that’s why I like the smell of train stations so much, purely because they smell of coffee. Is that just me that thinks that, or am I just weird?

I do however, drink and love a good cup of tea. Sometimes 5 or 6 cups a day. However, that seems like nothing compared to a flat mate at mine during the first year of university who used to drink at least 10. Yes Tim, I’m looking at you if you’re reading this!

But no matter if you drink tea or not, there’s always the debate of milk in first, or milk in last. It’s a debate I seem to have with my boyfriend every time I make, or he makes me a cup of tea because we both do it differently. He puts the milk last, and I put it first. Technically though, his opinion is invalid because he doesn’t even drink tea: P. What’s the right way?

And another thing- I have three sugars in my tea, right? But when you get a tea from a takeaway place or something they only give you like two of the little sachets. Dude, that is nowhere near enough, and only adds up to like one teaspoon. So, of course when I go into Costa, I just take a handful because I can never gage how much I’m going to need, because they’re small cups etc. its something I always get laughed at for. I can’t have tea without sugar ok? I just can’t. Is anyone else like that? Or again, is that just me?

Tea is also good in any situation. Perhaps though, that’s a British thing. To us, tea solves everything. Had a bad day? Have a cupppa. In shock? Have a cuppa. Celebrating something? Have a cuppa. It is also one of the first things that happens when you go round someone’s house. Are you even British if the first thing you don’t get asked is, would you like a cuppa? I think not.

Technically of this nonsense of what sort of tea you like, whether you put the milk in first or last, or even how many sugars you have shouldn’t matter. Nothing beats a good cup of tea. Am I right?

I’d love to know how you have your tea/coffee, which is your favorite and whether or not you put the milk in first or last. Lets get a conversation going in the comments.

 

 

 

Writing Prompts: People


*Technically this wasn’t part of one of of the prompts I was following, but it was something I wrote ages ago so thought I would post it anyway. It is based off of a scenario me and Paul stumbled upon when we were in Bristol back in October last year. We saw a young man(who we called Sam) walking his whippet,Pepper who missed a call from who we assumed to be his girlfriend(who we called Hannah). Later, we saw a young girl,who we gathered to be Hannah appear walking with him. This was my take on what happened*

Sam and Hannah

It seemed Sam hadn’t had time to stop recently. He’d been so busy with the new design campaign for work that he hadn’t had a day to himself. Today, however he had a day off which didn’t require him to have to think about work. A rare but welcomed occurrence.

Having not awoken until 11am, he had missed his normal routine of having breakfast with his girlfriend of three years, Hannah before they both went off to work. Instead, he had gone downstairs to find a tea bag and milk in a cup and enough water in the kettle to boil himself a cup of tea. It was the little things like this that made Sam love Hannah even more. Along with the mug was a note.

 ‘Kitten,

Gone to work. Mug on the side for your morning tea, bread in cupboard for toast and jam in fridge. Finish around 1 so give me a bell wherever you are at that time and I’ll come meet you.

Love you

Cutie xxx’

Sam smiled to himself. She did look after him. As he poured the water into the cup and let it brew, he looked over at the most recent photo of them on the mantle piece. A photo taken at their mutual friends wedding a few months ago. Hannah looked stunning in a baby yellow dress, her blonde hair plaited above her head, while Sam, stood next to her in a navy suit look at her lovingly. That was a great day. Mind you every day had been great since he’d met Hannah three years ago on internet dating site Tinder.

His friend Phil had told him to join, as that was where he met his girlfriend of 5 years, Mae. After a few drinks down the local pub with him he had given in and signed up. Sam had been on a few failed dates. One of whom didn’t accept his love of Marvel and superheroes, and the other who took food off his plate without asking. He was like Joey from Friends in that sense. Sam loved his food and if anyone took any without asking, that was a major turn off. He was about to give up and then he came across Hannah, who he immediately struck up a conversation with about a mutual love of books.

They met not long later and hit it off immediately, going out to dinner and on walks. Before any of them knew it, two years had gone by and neither of them had wanted to be a part. There wasn’t even a conversation to be had about moving in, it just felt right and just sort of happened. Hannah had a fair few of her belongings here anyway that it seemed right that she moved the rest of them in. Sam and Hannah had been living together in Sam’s three-bedroom house in Bristol for a year before they decided the next step in their relationship. Not marriage and babies despite both Sam and Hannah’s parents insisting, not yet anyway. They were both too busy in the middle of their careers for that. The next best thing though, was a dog, a black whippet which they had called Pepper.

It seemed like an equally a big a step for the couple to pick out a dog as those that considered getting married or having kids. It was a lot of fun going to dog rescues to visit all of the gorgeous dogs that needed homes though. Hannah had never had a pet growing up, so at the age of 28 she was excited to finally have a pet round the house. Sam had grown up with dogs so he too was happy to have a pet companion back in the house. They knew as soon as the saw him that the black whippet in the corner was for them. And with Sam now looking at the dog laid down by his feet as he munched on his toast and drunk his tea he knew even more that they had made the right choice. It was hard to even remember how different Hannah’s and his own lives were before they had Pepper and it had only been a few months.

Sam stood and took his plate and mug over to the sink. ‘Pepper’ he called putting the remainder of his toast in the dogs bowl.

At the mention of his name, the whippet’s ears pricked. Sam smiled at his companion as he filled Pepper’s bowl with dog food. Setting the bowl down on the floor, giving him a stroke under the chin and a ‘go on then’ to let him know he could eat, Sam made his way upstairs to get ready for the day.

He had a quick shower, giving his ginger hair a wash and made a note to book in for a haircut when he went into town later. He shaved the few days stubble that had begun to appear on his chin and the top of his lip (Hannah didn’t like it when it got too long), before getting dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans, a pair of black converse and red jumper and his long black funeral coat. It was hard to believe where this year had gone. Summer and Clark and Harriet’s wedding seemed like yesterday. Yet the fact that the Bristol weather now went from warm to raining in a matter of minutes proved that autumn had indeed arrived.

Making his way downstairs, he grabbed Pepper’s lead and checked the time. 12pm. perfect. He could give Pepper a quick run around the park at the top of the hill before meeting Hannah. It was Tuesday, which meant she finished early at work. Working as a PR for a book company really took it out of her but because she loved books so much it was a job she enjoyed. Hannah was constantly telling Sam about some of the new books that the publishing company she worked for were in the process of publishing. She enjoyed getting to hear about the latest manuscripts and lunching with authors about their book launches, lets be honest, she just loved books in general. That was another one of Hannah’s personality traits that he loved the most about her. That and the fact she could put him at complete ease, and the fact she understood his love of Marvel.

Sam loved Bristol. Having gone to university here it was a place that instantly felt like home as soon as he came here. Growing up in Oxford it wasn’t that much different to his hometown. Quaint, quiet and full of history. He loved looking at the different buildings surrounding the city and definchiating when it was built. It was his dream to be able to one day design a building of his own.

After a quick stop off in town to book himself a hair cut, he took Pepper for a run around the park at the top of the hill not far from the house. It was when Sam got to the top of the hill that Pepper decided he didn’t want to go down the hill. Down the hill, meant going home and it was like Pepper knew that and reluctantly refused to move.

Sam took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Hannah’s number. She answered on the third ring.

‘Hello Kitten’

‘Hey you, did you get my texts?’

‘I’ve just received them now. Sorry the meeting ran over. Where about’s are you?’

‘Me and Pepper are at the top of Saint Andrew’s park. Pepper is refusing, as always to walk down the hill’. Hannah chuckled down the phone.

‘You know he knows that when he gets to that hill, Sam that he knows he isn’t far from home’. Sam returned his girlfriends laughter as if it was something Hannah knew more about than he did. Mind you, it had seemed like ages that Sam had actually had the time to take Pepper for a walk, so seemed fair that Hannah would know more about their dogs habits than he, considering it was more often than not that Hannah took Pepper out than him. Pepper still refused to move.

‘Well, you do take him out more than me. Shall we meet you down the bottom of the hill when this one decides to move?’

‘Sounds like a plan, I’ve just left so I’ll be there in about ten minutes’

‘Ok, see you in a bit’ Sam replied before hanging up the phone.

The weather had started to get colder, the mist among the hills beginning to form. Sam put the collar up on his coat to protect himself from the cold.

‘Come on Pepper’ Sam said kneeling down next to the whippet. The dog didn’t budge. Just looked off into the distance. He was having none of it. Sam stood overlooking the city, willing the dog to move. He was beginning to get hungry. It wasn’t long since he had breakfast but it seemed on his very rare days off that if he could eat then he would.

It seemed like a good ten minutes before Pepper even thought about moving. Sam pulled slightly on the lead as Pepper began to take a few steps forward. Ok so it wasn’t very fast but it was something.

* * *

After Pepper finally budged from the hill, Hannah met Sam at the bottom of the hill as planned. The pair walked hand in hand home where the dropped off Pepper before going back out. They had a wander round Bristol town, looking in Waterstones at the new releases; it was another of Hannah’s dream to one day see her novel amongst the shelves of books. After Hannah had her dream moment they made their way down to the Harbour where they enjoyed pizza and The Stable. It was a nice relaxed atmosphere as they had just missed the afternoon lunch rush. Feeling full, Sam and Hannah made their way back home where they continued to watch The Crown on Netflix before retiring to bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Sam was content in that moment. His days off where far and in between but when he did have days off these were the perfect way to spend them. Maybe married and kids were on the cards in the future but for now, he was content to spend his life with his Hannah and their dog Pepper in their little house they called home in Bristol.

 

 

Writing Prompts: Photograph

Hi Guys,

Hope to get back into my writing so plan on writing things based off of prompts. The first one was based off of a photograph.

It was his grandparents 50th wedding anniversary party. The first and a rare occasion that they had to really dress up. A chance to have a selection of nice pictures she could put in an album, because that was what she did. She spent ages looking for the perfect dress. She knew she wanted to go pink though. Pink so she could, in some sense match his sparkly blue waistcoat. She felt like a princess that night, and he told her she looked beautiful as she always did.

On arrival at the hall where the party was held they were told that every couple had to play dress up and take a silly photo. This was there’s. Although rather than a silly one, it turned out to be a nice one. Which after the amount of photos that were taken of them having this one taken, this proved the only one where they were both looking at the same camera. It made her smile.

They both look so relaxed and happy, as though they have no worries in the world. She saw him dance for the first time that night, despite admitting he couldn’t. His dancing mixed with the brightness of his eyes and the wideness of his smile that night made her happy. She couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across her face.

It was as though no one else existed but them, despite being surround by at least a hundred people. Although, by the amount of cameras that flashed and the amount of group photos they were both in that night, it felt like their wedding. That was the first night it was mentioned. It made her happy to know that he saw her in his future.

He told her he loved her in French that night. J’taime. They ate, danced and were merry. Well he was. But she didn’t mind. It was nice to see him fully let go and enjoy himself. He asked if he could take off his bowtie, and she immediately put it on and asked if he would get in a photo. Another to add to the album.

They played party games, including the likes of dressing the men up in women’s clothes, and a version of musical chairs, which involved dancing with a chair and then sitting on your partners lap. They were one of the first out, but they didn’t care. It was a lot of fun.

He sang in French and she got a recording on her phone. They jumped about to the Black Eyed Peas ‘I Got A Feeling’, jived to ‘Rock Around the Clock’, and slow danced to Celine Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’ and Righteous Brothers ‘Unchained Melody’. It was in those moments that no one else existed. Accept for the comments from other people on the dance floor about how cute a couple they were, how good they were at dancing, why she had taken her shoes off, and to save the kissing until later. She was truly happy in that moment. And was definitely one of the best and top nights of her life. And will always remain so.

30 Day Writing Challenge:Day 30

Day 30: Your highs and lows of the month 

It’s been a mixture of a month if I’m honest. 

Highs

  • Catching up with Sarah in Brighton 
  • Seeing La La Land again 
  • Seeing Beauty and the Beast
  • Roast dinner at Toby Carvey
  • Trampolining with Lucy 
  • Visiting my nan 
  • Seeing An American in Paris with Tim
  • Seeing Olly Murs live again 

Obviously with the many highs comes some lows. 
Lows:

  • Finishing How I Met Your Mother
  • Arguing 
  • Job centre 
  • Days of feeling meh 

Overall it’s been a great month and I’m looking forward to seeing what April brings. 

30 Day Writing Challenge:Day 28

Day 28: Post five things that make you laugh out loud 

1. F.R.I.E.N.D.S the Tv show

It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen each episode I still laugh atleast once. Definitely one of the best shows ever.

2. Paul’s jokes 

Pretty much every time he tells me a joke,I laugh. The one about the giraffe in the bar is still my favourite. 

3. My friends 

Everytime I see and spend time with friends we always find something to laugh and giggle about. I know that if I’m ever feeling down I can go to them and they’ll cheer me up and make me laugh. They’re the best people in the world.

4. My dog,Spud 

He can be snoring and be all cute or sit in a weird position or make a weird noise or just randomly spring whilst walking. I love him so much. 

5. Gavin and Stacey

Like Friends,this is another show that makes me laugh out loud.  Especially the scenes with Sheridan Smith,and the epsiode where Smithy goes shopping for a suit for his sons christening. 

‘You look like one of the blues brothers. The dead one’

‘It looks alright actually,doesn’t it?’

‘It does actually…Pavarotti’😂

What makes you laugh out loud?