Monday, 25 March 2013


Do you know how hard it is to compose an email to your office warning them that you'll be in late today because you're having to chug cranberry juice somewhere near a loo, as your urinary tract is being a dick?   

I wrote something mysterious about a "health issue" (not wanting to lie and say I (a) needed to go to a doctor or (b) needed to pick up a prescription because we infection-susceptible vagina-bearers all know that cranberry juice is the magic hippy bullet, if only you can get your hands on it quickly and wait out the horrible half hour until it soothes the burning razor blades).  So they probably think it was diarrhea. 



  1. Oh god you poor thing - hope you feel better soon! x

  2. thanks Sarah! much better now, cranberries really are the hippy-business :) xo


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