I don't know why I continue to willfully underestimate the power of a mini brioche roll to fix all manner of physical, emotional, or imagined ills. I mean, hangover = gone. Inexplicable grief caused by a global pandemic = vanquished in a bite. Randiness = butter will suffice. They are heaven shaped into pudgy faux-baguettes… Continue reading Day 27: Never underestimate the magic of a mini brioche
Tag: 500 Days of Corona
Day 26: Am I still being bootycalled?
It's the question that's been on everyone's mind since diary entry #3 when a mysterious stranger decided to light up my phone one brisk and impossibly early Saturday morning. Now, after weeks of suspense and as you all mourn the death of Normal People and find yourselves endlessly trawling the Internet for another impossible love… Continue reading Day 26: Am I still being bootycalled?
Day 25: I thought it would be fun to list things
The photo of my dog is sadly unrelated to this post - I just really wanted to get your attention. Look, I know what you've all been thinking. Hol, it's great, we love your work, we live for your run-on sentences that are often ten lines long and usually don't seem to have any real… Continue reading Day 25: I thought it would be fun to list things
Day 23: I should be ordering fifteen euro eggs and nursing a mimosa right now
I am hungover. Two freely-poured aperol spritzes, 1.5 cans of Guinness (the remaining 0.5 woke me up with its RINGING judgement from the lofty heights of my bedside locker this morning) and I am a pale and anxious mess. I went to bed fully-clothed, having been Facetiming a friend in Australia and, when my battery… Continue reading Day 23: I should be ordering fifteen euro eggs and nursing a mimosa right now
Day 22: Today is absolutely the last day of not getting dressed properly
I am either very, very tired or very, very energised. Those are my two states of being in quarantine. I either want to give hours to making intricate TikTok dance videos or else I'm lying down on my bedroom floor barely able to lift my arm to separate the tangle of the 3,000 piece jigsaw… Continue reading Day 22: Today is absolutely the last day of not getting dressed properly
Day 19: Ok, I’m turning this into a food blog now (because there’s not enough of those)
Ok, it is 21:09. I have 21 minutes to write the absolute bejaysus (do we think this is a plausible spelling) out of this entry before I positively PLUMMET back into Modern Love and the chocolate pavlova awaiting assembly downstairs. (Note to the long-time readers: I know you're thinking that I'm breaking my strict, vehemently-principled… Continue reading Day 19: Ok, I’m turning this into a food blog now (because there’s not enough of those)
Day 18: She sleeps alone.
Pros of lockdown: No longer having that feeling, as you fall asleep celibate and alone, that every other twenty-something is out there having passionate sex with all and sundry. Cons of lockdown: Falling asleep, celibate and alone. Pros of lockdown: Sisters being legally prevented from seeing their boyfriends and love interests, making them seem every… Continue reading Day 18: She sleeps alone.
Day 15: It’s been SEVEN hours and FIFTEEN days
Since you took my pints away. Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhhhha. Can't go out any night so sleep all day. Since you trapped me in 2k. (wistful side-eye) Since lockdown can't barely do a thing I waaaaaahnt. I can't see any ma boos. (looks down tearfully) Wah-ah-ah-ahaaaaaaa Can't even eat my brunch in an overpriced restauraaawwwwnt (defiantly raises head,… Continue reading Day 15: It’s been SEVEN hours and FIFTEEN days
Day 14: Simon Harris is HOW old??
I'm going to keep this short (mainly because I'm very behind on life admin and also - beer?) I'm worried with these diaries I'm not giving you a good enough insight into the daily goings-on of my life. I'm too fond of the detail to give an overall context. By you, I of course mean… Continue reading Day 14: Simon Harris is HOW old??
Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?
11:59 am: Today I am firmly assailed by the light, whimsical wondering of what this thing of life and living is all about. I've popped out of a work document I'm editing entitled "Climate Innovation" where I've just written a sentence that uses terms like "capital markets", "social impact investment", digital technologies for massive development… Continue reading Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?