The guilt that haunts me

#357: Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome you guilt?

There has been many a time when I’ve felt guilty – especially when I realise I’m unable to help all of the homeless people around London. It always breaks my heart to see people living on the streets, even more so this time of year.

I don’t think there is a way to overcome the guilt with this completely. But when I can, I like to give someone lunch or contact a charity who could help provide a lot more.


#302: Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

Well, my first day here at work was almost two and a half years ago now, but I guess that’s the most recent official “first”. I can’t really remember much of it, although coincidentally, one of my office besties who I went to lunch with, reminded me of the fact that he was the first person I spoke to as he let me in the building! He did say that he thought (at first) that I didn’t like him – bless him! I explained though that I was intimidated by his perfect-ness so didn’t want to embarrass myself haha. It was a lovely lunch break, spent reminiscing and gossiping 😀

Never again

#219: Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.

TODAY! This type of prompt always seems to come up on the same day as the event – so spooky! For the past couple of nights, I’ve been getting a sort of heartburn feeling in my chest before I went to bed and thought that maybe it could be related to what I was eating for lunch (it was a chicken caeser baguette most days – not the healthiest option either, I know). So, I thought today I’d try something different. I chose the roast beef, horseradish and rocket baguette… oh boy, what a mistake! I’ve never eaten something so disgusting in all my life! I attempted to remove the rocket and the horseradish dressing/sauce, but it had soaked into the bread, so was impossible to take out. Bleurgh! Never, never again!

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Buffalo nickel

#55: Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

Since I’m in the office for my lunch break (I know – madness when it’s so sunny outside!), it would look extremely bizarre if I were to begin rummaging around the sofas, which are situated outside in the communal area! However, remembering that I’d only taken £4 out with me for lunch today (working on a budget in London is super tough) and I’d only spent £3 (go me!), I reached into my coat pocket and retrieved a lonely £1 coin, to find that it had the year 1989 on it. The year I was born! What are the chances of that happening?! (FYI – I checked my purse and all of the pound coins I had, were dated from 2000 onwards!) It was fate!

Up until my arrival on the 7th March 1989, I was tucked up cosily in my mums baby bump! Apparently, I wasn’t the easiest to deliver (40 or so hours of agonising labour – not that I can remember) and ended up being a sunroof baby. From then on I was of course a bundle of joy… obviously nothing’s changed 25 years down the line! In all seriousness, I only know what I got up to in the first 10 months of my life thanks to lovely, heart-warming home videos (mostly filmed by my Grandad as I was the first Grandchild… extremely momentous occasion!). I did the usual things you’d expect a baby to do – learnt how to crawl, stand with the support of sturdy objects and say a kookie mixed bag of words i.e. when I’d say ‘lee’ that would signal that I’d finished eating (my parents were never able to work out how this one came about) and a ‘baush’ was a brush. Oh to be carefree…