Charlie & the Chocolate Factory Afternoon Tea!

Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination! Well, I guess if you were with me you’d have ended up at the Indigo Bar at the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Afternoon Tea.

Two words: bacon jam.

Honestly, it sounds hideous but it’s my new favourite thing.


We felt a wee bit awkward walking in (as we were actually dressed to head out to a drag show later that evening. Not too obnoxiously, but I was in rainbow glitter DMs, hoops bigger than my future, a leather skirt that was a touch too short, Polly Pocket handbag and had ‘NOT TODAY SATAN’emblazoned across my boobs.) However we were shown to our table without an ounce of judgement. Each place was finished with a menu that had an original costume design sketch on the back of it. Nice touch Indigo.

Our first choice was our tea. What to have? Well, it’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, why not have the chocolate tea?! I mean, I don’t like tea, it makes me gag, however chocolate tea could be the one. FYI, it wasn’t the one, but the trick is to let it brew and add sugar. I actually did manage a whole cup without gagging and that’s a big deal for me and tea! They even offered me coffee, I just did that awkward thing of just going with the menu and not actually taking them up on any changes – but they were offered people! Take note!


First were the savouries – Sandwiches, mini quiches and scones. You heard me right, scones. This is the first time I have genuinely said yes to a second helping. It was honestly the most delicious thing: salmon with lemon mayo on poppy seed bread, coronation chicken on onion bread, egg mayo and cress in a small brioche bun and an caramelised onion, sage and chestnut mini quiche (full crust and still warm… be still be gurgling stomach) and a cheese scone (again, still warm) with bacon jam. I honestly could have had thirds. It was the most delicious set of savouries I think I have possibly ever tasted at an afternoon tea. It was perfect in that it had a traditional element, but there was a touch of more modern flavours with the brioche and coronation chicken and onion bread and a bit of Wonka stylings with the savoury scone and jam.

Then the fun bit, the bit everyone is waiting for – the scrumdiddlyumptious part. The sweets. We had a stand each and, oh boy, it looked like something out of the Chocolate Factory, from the mind of Mr. Wonka himself. A golden egg filled with vanilla cheesecake and a mango yolk, a tiny bottle of chocolate caramel milk with a little paper straw for added adorability, bright pink bubblegum Eton mess covered in lucky charms, homemade candy floss, blueberry cake pops (“Violet you’re turning Violet, Violet!”) and a little basket with banana bread, cocoa bean financiers, and more traditional scones served with cream, berry jam and lemon curd.


Oh. My. Good. Lord. I was in heaven. The chocolate milk and the golden egg were the most delicious things. The candy floss was fun but a touch messy, you’ll need to wash those hands after! It wasn’t just delicious food but it was fun to look at and fun to eat. The whole thing was an experience. The staff were absolutely wonderful, attentive but not overbearing and nothing was too much bother. The food – I’ve gone on about enough and the over all experience was amazing. I would go again and again. It was 100% worth the price tag!

I believe that One Aldwych is currently closed for renovations and they have adapted the afternoon tea slightly, making it less Charlie themed and more ‘sweet shop’ themed, but looking at the menu it’s almost identical, so I think for anyone that wants to try it, it will still be a wonderful experience!


Silent Struggles

I’ve gone silent. I know. I keep opening up the tab. Hovering over the write button. Opening blank post after blank post but nothing comes out.

I’ve been feeling broken. Totally broken. I couldn’t keep the lid on my negativity anymore and out it poured and tarred every inch of my being and affected every area of my life.

Daily function got hard. I would drag myself through life and my body would almost go into cruise control. I would wake up and leave my brain in bed. My mind wouldn’t follow me, it would simply sit in a state of permanent panic. Everything was hard and it still is.

I was actually brave for once. As idiotic and non important as it sounds, I actually put myself first for once. I feel awkward even saying that, as I’m sure someone, somewhere will think that I always put myself first, that I’m self absorbed anyway, that this is just me attention seeking or finding an excuse to not do things. But I actually got the courage to ask for help and admit that I’m not ok.

I will be. Ok that is. I will be ok. I’m actually focussing on getting myself back rather than on keeping everyone else happy even if it is completely to my detriment. I’m focusing on getting rid of my raincloud. I’ve done it alone for so long and it stepped into high gear and I couldn’t do it alone anymore.

So I’m still here. I have some posts in the works. I have a few exciting things happening, and hopefully there will be so much good stuff on the horizon.


Peace & love





Over the Wall #2019Goals

Well, well, well… happy new year blogosphere!

Am I glad 2018 is over – kinda. Am I excited for 2019 – eh.

I usually have a gut feeling regarding the new year. Sitting there, watching Jools Holland’s Hootenanny and sipping my sparkling wine and Chambord concoction, my psychic colon often informs me if it has any kind of hunch, good or bad, regarding the new year. Last year, I had nadda, nothing, not so much as a gurgle or a twinge. It freaked me out a bit to be honest. I tumbled into 2018 like Alice down the rabbit hole. I had no idea where I was going, what was happen and even lost track of who I was. This year, however, my gut instinct reared it’s head. It feels like a year of searching, of figuring things out and tying up loose ends. It doesn’t feel like there is much magnitude, or motivation, so instead of rocketing myself into 2019, I bobbed over the boarder thinking I’m not sure what lies in store, but whatever does come my way will lead on to something bigger. I feel like I’ll gain something small in 2019 that, come 2020, could turn out to be a much bigger thing. That feeling could be right, it could also be gas, who knows?

By the end of 2018 I felt a little bit broken. I had made decisions that I thought were the best for me, but ultimately turned out to not be so great and I have suffered physically and mentally for them. I have always put a pressure on myself to excel at things and I don’t take leaps of faith or big changes easily. Because of this, it is the first time I’ve ever really, really considering giving up and it made me feel like a failure, however I’m too stubborn to be considered a quitter and so have carried on putting myself through it.

I just need to get a handle on my brain and the anxiety and negativity that cages and controls it. Once I’ve got that, I’ve got my life back. I can start building up my self confidence, go out and conquer my fears, regain my motivation and crack on with creating memories and finding opportunities.

One of my favourite discoveries (well personal discovery) of 2018 was Everybody’s Talking About Jamie – which has jumped to share the number one spot on my list of favourite shows ever (alongside Book of Mormon!) Entering into 2019 I listened to this one song from the show that has gone round and round in my head since my second time seeing the show in December. Whilst the situation the song refers too isn’t one I can relate to, the idea that words and hurt and they build up into a wall in your head you’re forever climbing is.

“… Don’t fall, I’m finding my feet, there’s shoes to be filled, but this wall, is harder to beat when it’s one you helped build.” This line is so true.

It’s much harder to overcome an obstacle you have ultimately helped to put it place. The world may have built and laid the bricks, but I have dug the foundations and churned the cement. I try to be genuinely self aware, and through all the self loathing and soul searching, I remind myself that for every one person who has put me down, I’ve had two who have tried to help build me up. I need to return to the me before the panic and worry. The girl who shook things off, who had dreams she was so intent on reaching. The girl who had a hard exterior and a heart as soft as putty. Who would be an ear for everyone, a voice for those who couldn’t be heard and a shoulder to cry on. I’ll get there, that’s what fresh starts are for.

Slowly but surely I will climb over the wall in my head.

My goals for 2019 are simple:

  • Take time for myself. Towards the end of 2018 I stopped allowing myself time for simple things and ended up looking, and feeling, like Stig of the Dump. Not again. Self care shouldn’t take a back seat.
  • Focus on my health & fitness, which I have let slip dramatically and am suffering for it, but also I must face my fears and possibly brave a hospital stay or painful procedures for the greater good.
  • Try to have more of an understanding of any negative moods or thoughts and not allow myself to become consumed by them. It’s almost like interacting with an antagonist – I just need to step away, see the situation from the outside, extrude my emotions and then say to my inner negative Nancy, “I understand your point, but I don’t agree and no longer want to be part of this discussion.”
  • See the positives in situations, not just the negatives. Whether the glass is half full or half empty… there’s still a drink in it!


Here’s to a happy, healthy, safe and prosperous new year gang!

Enjoy every minute.


Travel & Me.

There were two subjects at school I could never get a handle on: maths and geography. I didn’t like them, didn’t enjoy them and I couldn’t wrap my head around them.

As the years have gone on, I’ve found ways around maths and the stuff I never really understood, I’ve never had to use. I always keep a calculator handy too, just in case. However, I still have trouble with geography.

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Yes, people of the internet. My name’s Kate and I’m geographically challenged.

That’s part one of why I really struggle with travelling. I get confused and disorientated easily. Even coming out of a shop on the high street I can’t figure out which way I was walking. In short, I get lost very, very easily. My internal GPS is broken and there’s no hope of fixing it.

Part two follows on from part one, I don’t like feeling out of control or and I have a fear of the unknown… the same as most people. However, if I plan a route from place A to place B, using a certain mode of transport, at a certain time and then suddenly that route or mode is not available to me, I freeze up. My brain can’t compute. I just have a meltdown.

I suddenly have no control, I have no idea where to go, what to do. I feel lost. So not only do I have a tendency to physically get lost, but I also can, very easily, feel lost mentally too. Then comes, what I can only describe as, an anxiety attack.

Late last year I went on a plane for the first time in around seven years. I got all the way to the airport only to discover that all the cash I had drawn out for taxis, food, spending money, emergencies, I had left on the side, at home, where it was waiting patiently to be put into my purse.  Cue the meltdown.  Now I was relatively composed. No-one had clocked I was completely blinded by panic. I cried silently into my sleeve whilst my rational side said not to worry and reminded me I had my debit card. I could use that and get some more cash out at the airport. I had pre-paid for the taxi I was in, so really there was no problem, only that I had been a bit of a spanner.  BUT NO!  My brain couldn’t handle being rational.

The airport was fine. I calmed myself but I still felt sick and was fighting tears. As soon as I could, I leant over to my friend and whispered my dilemma, to which she said, “it’s ok, we can find a cash machine and if worst comes to worst, I’ll lend you some cash whilst we are away.” Don’t ever let me tell you I have crappy friends. Turns out that forgetting money ran in the group. My other friend forgot his entire wallet, so we were lending him dollar all weekend, which I had no problems with. Maybe I’m just a control freak or a perfectionist, but my brain is convinced that rational answers in these situations don’t apply to me.

We flew to Disney earlier this year and me, like an idiot, thought it was a good idea to spilt my money between my hand and hold luggage, so if one went missing I still had some. Yeah, my best gal, who works in travel insurance, gave me a right dressing down about it. Apparently, thats not something you should do. You should keep it all on your person. So heads up guys, don’t let anxiety over being mugged or pick pocketed allow you to invalidate your insurance. I spent the entire flight worrying about it until I got my bag the other end. I won’t be making that mistake again. The train was another story entirely. I was ok because I was with friends who weren’t nearly as worried as me and took control of the situation. Had I been alone though? Meltdown. We got there with only one minor hiccup that did nothing other than make us walk a few meters – I can live with that.

Slowly, I’ll get myself through it, I mean I’ve survived being thrown in to situations that were almost vomit inducing for me, and I didn’t vomit either (just for a bit of TMI.) I survived them – unscathed. There’s hope for this world traveller yet.









Surprise Birthday Party at a Speakeasy!

Every year I do something for my birthday… every year, without fail.

Except this one.

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I’ve had a bit of a tough time. Not as tough as others, I am fully prepared to admit. Although I haven’t had to weather the eye of many storms, I have certainly been caught up in them and things keep going from bad to worse. Needless to say my birthday was the least of my worries. I went away for a couple of days over my actual birthday and had a nice enough time – there were absolute highs that made my spirits soar and devastating lows that made my blood boil, soul freeze over and heart smash to bits. Yeah, it was an up and down experience.

But one of my gal pals said to me, “keep this day free, I have a joint birthday surprise for you and my Mum!” I was beyond excited! (I’m also close with her mum, in case the fact we were going out with her parent sounded weird.)

So, the day rolls around and my curiosity is getting the better of me.
I’ve been theorising all week. Maybe, just maybe, I could sneak a peek at the taxi drivers sat nav… but do I want to ruin the surprise? OH, I’M SO CONFLICTED! However, sneaky peaking wasn’t an option. My friend had explained to the taxi driver that it was a surprise and all traces of where we were going were wiped from the cab. No sat nav, no address, no mobile phone – nada.

We ended up at a fancy hotel, however we didn’t go in. In fact, we walked away from it. 50 yards from the main entrance, concealed in the front of the victorian building, was a spiral staircase – heading down to what I expect was the servants quarters back in the day. Following it, we ended up at a totally inconspicuous looking door. I guessed that was it. I had no idea where we were but here goes nothing – literally nothing. Behind the door was just a corridor with ceiling to floor portraits hanging in it (I later found out these were all secret doors. HOW FREAKIN’ COOL IS THAT?!) However, tucked around an almost non-exsistant corner was another staircase.


Heading down, cabernets and bureaus filled with oddities and trinkets started to appear and then suddenly, “SURPRISE!” There must have been 20 of our closest mutual friends crammed into this tiny, little, art deco, cocktail bar. A speakeasy – they arranged a surprise afternoon tea at a speakeasy! Be still my beating heart. I genuinely almost cried. What they had arranged was beyond words. It was an emerald green cave of wonders, like genuinely stepping into a 1920s film. There were crazy paintings, curiosities and knickknacks crammed into every corner (my favourites being the typewriters, old books and a random tiny bath tub filled with icing sugar and barbie limbs – so weird!) There was champagne on all the tables, from tall tables for leaning against casually to booths tucked away in corners.


 The food I could go on about for eternity. There was the most beautiful afternoon tea laid out for everyone to dig into, with everything you could ever want; sandwiches, scones, macarons, tiny apple pies, truffles, crostini with mushroom pate, lemon tarts, sausage rolls and an ENTIRELY home made Harry Potter birthday cake, complete with chocolate frogs, a fondant Hedwig and chocolate sorting hat. Can we also have a moment of silence for the blessing that was our very own mixologist, who made up two special cocktails in our honour: a Golden Snitch (which was passion fruit & chilli based, finished with edible glitter) and a Cinderella’s Castle (which was far more delicate and fruity, garnished with an edible flower.)


An 80s cheesey playlist was playing in the background, they had hired a caricaturist who could draw you as any character you could imagine. I challenged him with Winifred Sanderson, to which he was surprised and excited about, as we both subsequently fangirled over the divine Miss M for the rest of the session. (He also said I have a very cute nose to draw 💁 #humblebrag.) Our friends had prepared special birthday sashes and hats for us and fun party accessories for everyone else. It was just the most wonderful surprise. I didn’t stop shaking from shock all afternoon.

I have never felt so loved. I didn’t want it to end. Everything was so perfect. I wasn’t expecting it and not only did it put a smile on my face, but it put a smile in my soul too. Sometimes you can forget how much people care about you, think of you or even like you. I had gotten to a point where I was so convinced I was dispensable to every person I knew, that I wasn’t worth the effort, time or thought, that at first I was flabbergasted that someone had bothered, in fact many, many someones had bothered. They had not only bothered but gone out of their way to do this for us. I mean, I would have done it for my friends Mum, she’s an absolute legend, but for me? I didn’t get it.


This was the second time in my life I had been thrown a surprise party and much like the time before, I was convinced the party was thrown for my friend, but they included me as it would be awkward to include one without the other, however I reminded myself – they didn’t have to include you.

 There were many people in attendance who’s birthdays were around the same time, in fact on the same day as us, who were not included in the surprise, but had come along as guests. It made me remember, you are loved Kate, and you must have done something right to not only have these fab people as long standing friends but for them to do something like this for you. Sometimes I think that my rubbish view of myself is exactly how other people see me, and that because I don’t always love myself, no-one else does. It’s acts of kindness, such as this one, that make me remember that actually I am loved and cared about. It’s not always about the scale or the material value of something either, it’s the thought, the effort, the care and kindness put into any gesture that are so heartwarming, overwhelming and reassuring.

Remember to practice gratitude gang and remember that you are loved and cared about. You are important to someone, even if, right now, you feel so unimportant to everyone, even yourself. Dumbledore was right you know, “happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.”











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Disney’s Newport Bay? Ahoy, Captain!

Ahoy land lubbers! Ok, that may be a little too pirate for such a swanky place as Disney’s Newport Bay Hotel.

Honestly, it took my friends and I a hot minute to decide on a hotel for our most recent DLP adventure. Did we want to save money and stay in an affiliate hotel? Did we want to spend a bit more but still err on the side of financial caution and go for Disney’s Santa Fe? Did we want to go all out and just book a room in the Disneyland Hotel? These were the questions that haunted us. We ended up choosing the Newport Bay Hotel, as we had heard such good things. I also had a friend who had upgraded to Compass Club and said it was totally worth it, which it is… if you use it.

Top Tip: If there 4 of you going and you don’t mind sharing a room or beds, most Disney Hotels come with two double beds in a room… get four of you in one, like we did, and quarter the accommodation costs rather than just halve them!

The hotel itself is b-e-a-utiful with the outsides looking like an American dream. In the rooms, everything was of a nautical theme, from the bed frames looking like Mickey ship wheels and the bedding having a nautical rope pattern to the porthole design around the freeze. It was gorgeous. The view is amazing, straight out onto the lake with the New York directly opposite. You could even see the hot air balloon from our window!  There are two restaurants at the hotel: Cape Cod and the Yacht Club. Now, confession time, we didn’t eat at either of those places. As we were Compass Club we had our own club lounge where we were served breakfast and afternoon tea every day.

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Ah yes Compass Club. Was it worth it? If you’re having splurge, yes! If you are planning spending a bit of time at the hotel, yes! If you can be arsed to walk backwards and forwards from the park and the hotel, yes! A few of the perks to a Compass Club room are:

  • Larger room
  • Hotel Fastpass
  • Private Compass Club Lounge to take breakfast, which includes hot and cold choices
  • Afternoon tea served in the lounge everyday included with your room
  • Private check-in and concierge.
  • Bathrobes and slippers.

The room didn’t feel too much larger, it was actually a similar size to the standard room I stayed in last year at the Santa Fe… although the bathroom was lush and it was big enough for us. The safe was a good size and we made good use of it (we went with someone who works in travel insurance and what she says goes!) There was only two robes and pairs of slippers, so we didn’t really bother with them seeing as there was four of us. Plus we all had matching onesies so didn’t really need them! (lame but worth it. £3 pineapple onesies. We cry laughed over them and they are so snuggly!)

Top Tip: Pop the Mickey toiletries into your wash bag each morning as they get refilled every day. That way they get topped up and everyone will eventually get a set to use or bring home.

The breakfast and club lounge were 100% worth the upgrade. The food was served buffet style and you could have as much as you wanted. There was a selection of teas, coffees, water, hot chocolate, juices and smoothies to drink and both continental and full English food options with a cereal bar and egg cooking station too. We never actually made it back for the afternoon tea, save the day we arrived, so that was a moot point for us, but what we did try was absolutely delish. The club lounge was quieter with plenty of seating, no waiting around or standing in queues for food or a table, which was almost worth it’s weight in gold.

Top Tip: Take a few extra cans of drink during your afternoon tea and take them into the park with you instead of paying out extra to buy them once you’re there. I don’t think you’re meant to, but we snuck a few into our bag the first day and took them into our rooms; totally worth it.

We went during a crossover period between summer & halloween season, before the French, English and Spanish schools broke up, so we actually picked a really decent time to go! There were still the odd few shows for the Summer of Superheroes, but aside from that there wasn’t very much going on, which was the downside to going at this time of year, however the queue times made up for it. The wait times for the first three days we were there were generally around 15 minutes. We did pretty much EVERY ride in the two parks. The reason this ties in is because, with the Compass Club, you get one hotel fast pass per person per day. These give you access to the fast pass queue on any ride with fast pass before 1pm and after 4pm.

Top Tip:  If there queue isn’t huge, don’t bother using fast passes on the Buzz Lightyear ride. It gets you no further into the queue than waiting 5 mins. However, Big Thunder Mountain? Totally worth the fast pass.


So over all, would I recommend this hotel: Yes! I totally would. For one, the perks of staying in a Disney Hotel were worth it. We used our magic hours every day and the extras, such as the hotel meet & greets, proximity to the park and meal plan were a dream. The Newport Bay’s theming is beautiful and well thought out. Every staff member we came across was pleasant and helpful. There was ramp and lift access to every floor and most concierges spoke French, English and Spanish (at least the Compass Club guys did!) The rooms were clean and air conditioned and you can request extras, such as kettles, from reception. In the Compass Club rooms there were two french plug sockets and an English plug socket built in to the dressing table, however there was only one plug socket near the bed.

It’s one of those hotels that would benefit you more if you were having a longer trip, or if you were planning on spending some time at the hotel outside of meals and sleeping, as it does have a swimming pool and gym at your disposal. The only down side we found was that the 15 minute walk from the hotel to the park felt like hours when you had been on your feet all day! As for the Compass Club, it was a lovely luxury. If you can afford it, it is worth it just for the convenience (fast pass, concierge, club lounge for breakfast & lunch etc.) and the hearty breakfast options, however we found that it wasn’t an essential feature and we would have enjoyed our stay just as much without it.










Media credits/sources: Jack Sparrow GIF/ Disney’s Newport Bay Club Hotel

I Did Disney… and This Time it Got Boujee.

I went back. Told you I would. This is why there has been silence.


It was a very different adventure compared to my last trip. I had my bearings and all, as it was a second trip, and not a lot had changed aside from 25th Anniversary decor coming down and the Halloween decor going up. It was the company that made this trip and entirely different lamp of genies. This time it was with my school friends.

My girls. My Squad. My Gang. My Besties. Whatever you want to call them. We decided to have a blow out holiday, as life had gotten stressful for all of us and we needed each other and a good break. Not only that, it was roughly our 10 year friendiversary. I mean… I’m grasping at straws on that one but I feel like as of year 10 at school we could all say we were solid friends… ten years later, we’re all still here and all getting on a bit.

It all started with a mouse  two sweaty girls, cycling halfheartedly on old exercise bikes in an empty gym. We sat and bemoaned our situations; my disappointment as my 2018 Disney trip spectacularly fell through for the third time (it’s a saga that could rival Twilight… less vampires though) and my friend despairing as her boyfriend was enrolling in a course with no down time, so no holiday for her.

 Then it hit us.

Why don’t we go away together… TO DISNEY?! The puzzle pieces started to fit. After a look at whats on, when we’re free and how much we had stashed in our piggy banks, we realised this might actually be do-able. Why stop there though? Why not invite a couple of the others? Every room we looked at had double beds and none of us mind sharing, plus the costs would go down, there would be four of us so no-one would be alone on rides and the whole gang would be together!

The puzzle started to actually look like something, namely Princess Aurora’s pink Paris castle.

After a whole weekend of planning, a long, expensive phone call, a hit to all of our bank accounts and a lot of pizza, it was booked and the puzzle was completed. WE WERE GOING TO DISNEY.

Now, as for the name of the post, we were split between doing Disney on the cheap or having a blow out holiday. Both are valid options and it was a lot of weighing up pros and cons based on savings, convenience and just how much of a “blow out holiday” we really wanted.

We decided to go quids in, as tbh, we’re all getting to the point where people are getting mortgages, having babies and getting married. We figured we should do it before one of us settles and can’t put the money towards it anymore. Live while we’re young and all that crap. So a blow out is was. We had the money saved up, we had a budget airline on our doorstep flying to Charles De Gaulle and managed to bag a deal of 25% off and free Half Board. GET IN MY SON.

Now here’s where we got boujee and played princess a little bit:

  • We upgraded our half board to ‘plus’ which gave us a larger range of restaurants to choose from and meant that food wasn’t going to be a problem when we got there.
  • We chose to stay at the Newport Bay hotel, one of Disney’s 4* hotels, a fifteen minute walk from the park. One of my friends said that the Compass Club upgrade was worth it, so we upgraded too. What the hell. When in Rome… or Disney.
  • We splurged on the Marvel Package (as it was the end of the superhero season so figured let’s do it before it possibly disappears forever).
  • We booked Buffalo Bills one night.


Now, originally, when it was the two of us, we actually looked at the Disneyland Hotel, as it is a dream of my friends, however, with the four of us, we paid almost the same price for the Newport Bay, upgrade and marvel package as one standard room at the DH! So worth changing our plans.

When life gives you lemons… lose a star and gain a Spiderman!

Honestly, it was a whole new world. I have so much to say, good and not so good, that this risks turning into a thesis and nobody needs that. I will say a dream is a wish your heart makes. That little wooden holiday dream can turn into a real holiday with enough faith trust and pixie dust (and savings, annual leave and wonderful friends.)

So, I’ll give you the 411 on all those upgrades, luxury’s, meet & greets and tips and tricks I learnt this time around in another post… or two! Keep your eyes peeled and your Mickey ears on. It’s all coming up!



That’s all folks…








Gif credits – : Storm Troopers /Anna/ Cinderella/Spiderman

They Call Me Awkward Annie.

“What’s your name kid?”

“They call me Annie, awkward Annie. The weirdest kid in the west.”

Well, that’s how the conversation would go if my life were a cowboy film. (And slightly but not completely off topic comment, I do actually love the story of Annie Oakley, and we’re both Leos’, so y’know, lion prowess connecting us through time or something or other, I don’t know. Just FYI.)

Alas, the awkwardness struck again and I ended up being called by the wrong name. I really need to stop doing that. I just need to figure out a way of saying ‘that’s not my name’ without sounding rude. I just can’t! I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just stammer a bit, stutter a bit and reside myself to the fact that my name has been changed irrevocably for the next however long. I dunno. Honestly, my life is like living in a Bridget Jones book sometimes.

However, steps have been taken in the race against awkwardness. I recently found myself in a room full of extended family I had either never met or hadn’t seen in 20 years but I didn’t actually get awkward. RESULT. I just strolled up to someone and went, “hi, you don’t remember me but we’re cousins and when I was three you put me in an Ali Baba style washing basket, put the lid on and walked away. Nice to re-meet you.”

SCORE! 10 anti-awkward points to Hufflepuff.

Also, I booked a haircut without an ounce of awkwardness. I mean c’mon! This is legit progress! Haircuts are one of my favourite and least favourite things in the world. I hate the small talk, the trying-but-not-quite-finding the words to describe exactly what you want, the side stepping and struggling to find the right date for your next appointment and then making the decision as to what you want THAT far in advance, but I love the results once it’s done. I also continually hair flip. Just flip, flip, flip all day long.

Last year, I won a free hair cut in a charity raffle at this fancy salon. So off I went, shaking in my Dr. Martins. I physically couldn’t phone them, it made me too nervous, especially since I didn’t know the joint existed before this. So I popped in (I say popped. I mean planned a day, googled the location, drove past it once, did a loop, parked outside, sat there looking at it, stood outside it picking up the courage to go in and then awkwardly went in with my voucher and fumbled my way through an awful explanation of my situation.)

But, look at me now, just wandering in; “oh hi guys, can I make an appointment please?” Chill as a… well a chilled thing that is chill and wears sunglasses because they’re also making an outward statement about the fact they are too cool for skool (you can’t write school in the statement. You just can’t. It’s an unspoken 00s rule.)

So, I guess there’s hope for this awkward Annie yet. Let’s go on with the show.








Drowning in Chocolate🍫| Afternoon Tea at the Hilton!

Something that I find crazy is that when I meet up with my best uni pal, it is as if we were never apart. We message back and forth, send each other birthday and Christmas cards, but suddenly it’s been a year and we’ve not seen each other. Where does the time go? So we always try and make a day of it when we do finally get to meet up. This time it was my turn to plan something and Groupon something I did. Hey, London is pricey, gotta save those pennies where you can! When my friend asked where we were off to, I just said, “the expensive part of the monopoly board.” (Not because I was being mysterious or boujee, but because my internal compass is shot and I had no idea which direction we were going in.)

This time it was the Hilton Hotel on Park Lane, Mayfair; Podium Bar & Restaurant’s “Chocoholic’s Afternoon Tea.”

The standard afternoon tea is £39.00 per person,with a champagne option available, but with the 2for1 deal we paid just over £20 each (incl. tip.). The tea menu was extensive but not overwhelming, and there was also coffee and fresh juices on offer, both included as an alternative. As a gal who hates the leafy drink I was mightily happy with this offer👌. I’m not sure if you get refills or not since we weren’t asked, but then again we didn’t ask either. It’s a two way street, Linda!

The food was GORGEOUS. Super rich, but delish. They mean it when they say “chocoholic” afternoon tea. You start with a tray of open sandwiches: prawn cocktail & lettuce, coronation chicken with curry and pineapple, smoked salmon & horseradish, cucumber & chive and ham with tomato chutney, mustard & cress. They were actually really delicious and a nice take on the traditional finger sandwiches: classic tastes, half the bread. We also got offered a refill at no extra cost but declined because my friend was so damn excited about the chocolate she was bouncing like a baby in a baby bouncer.


So here comes the sweet treats: scones, pastries and miniature fancies (as the menu describes them. I would just say little creamy, chocolatey things.) Now, here lies the rub. If you’re not good at sharing, especially food, maybe don’t come to this tea. The only sweet stuff you get two of is the plain scones, the rest is one between two. It’s not too bad because boy is that stuff rich, but if you’re not comfortable with sharing or splitting 50/50… maybe look at other options.

Firstly, scones. A plain one each and then I offered to have the raisin one whilst Miss J took care of the chocolate chip one. These are accompanied by strawberry jam, clotted cream and a salted caramel spread. Nice twist, you got me gal. Then we moved up a tier into the majesty of the fancy bits. The first tiers of chocolate treats consisted of a coconut sphere with Brazilian chocolate, Pina Colada cheesecake, mandarin and milk chocolate log and a caramelised banana and milk chocolate macaroon.


These were a bit hit and miss with us. The pina colada cheesecake and the coconut sphere I could have eaten over and over again, the other two… not so much. I mean, Miss J picked all the mandarin out of her log, and I really wasn’t a fan of the mushy banana texture in the centre of the macaroon, but each to their own.

The top tier was the supreme tier, the God tier. A deconstructed black forest gateau and a passion fruit and strawberry tartlet. I all but inhaled it. They were so, so delish. I just, I just can’t. They were so darn good. I dream about them. I do. Honestly. My pal was full… so guess who got to eat all of them. This guy! I’m usually very good at sharing, but in this moment I was so glad I didn’t have to.



So all in all, the food was so yummy but slightly hit and miss in places, however, that was personal preference. The staff and location were wonderful too. I have to say that, with the Groupon voucher, it was worth it (watch out for the added gratuity not covered by the voucher though) but I’m not sure I would have done it full price on my budget!

Until next time!





Gif credit: Hilton

Peter Pan Disney Bounding!💚

Oh I did it, I dabbled in the dark arts of Disney Bounding… ok it’s not dark arts at all, it’s actually super fun!


I’m heading back to DLP this year and my troupe of lost boys suddenly expressed a desire to have a go at Disney Bounding. What is Disney Bounding I hear you cry? Well, I’m not actually sure.

Oh helpful Kate, well done.

In my opinion, Disney bounding is subtly dressing as a character without wearing a costume. You compile a look inspired by your favourite characters, which can give the illusion of the character, without infringing upon the ‘NO COSTUMES FOR ADULTS’ rule. I guess that’s about right?

 On my trip to Disneyland Paris last year, I decided to have a go at Disney Bounding. It looked fun and gave me a little bit of a challenge.  I wasn’t brilliant at it, but I cobbled together what I had to give ode to one of my favourite characters: Peter Pan. The boy who never grew up.


The basic outfit was… well… basic. A plain, forest green, v neck tee and some ripped black jeans. Now, I get it, the kid wears tights/leggings but a) tights are revealing at the best of times and are uncomfortable little buggers and b) I fail to believe that a kid who flies, lives in a forest and sword fights for fun has never ripped, snagged or put a hole in his flaming leggings. So for comfort, coverage and realness… ripped jeans ftw. I also tried it with some green jeans too, but I kinda looked like a big booger, so I stepped away from the green trousers.

I paired these with a pair of brown, ankle boots, not suede or with upturned toes, but with a sweet, brogue-esque, later cut design and thick soles for all that walking (and rain.) Now for his other clothing necessity; his green cap with a red feather in it. Ngl, I wasn’t feeling a cap. So instead of wearing a hat on my head, I found a gorgeous, little bow from OnceUponABowtiqueUK. I pulled my hair into a high pony, ready for adventuring, and tucked this little clip on the front to hide the band.


I still felt like I was missing something. Something tinkling in my ear and spreading pixie dust about the place. TINKERBELLE, OF COURSE! I picked up an enamel Tink pin in the park, as they have many pins, widely available (especially of our favourite Pixie) and popped her on my shirt so she could hover over my shoulder. Even when she is sent away, Tink is always looking out for Peter (may I remind you of the poisoned medicine incident 💀.) So if you’re dressing as Peter Pan, you’ve got to include his trusty sidekick!


Now for the nods to ya boy which aren’t exactly in character but added elements of the story to give it that little extra. Firstly, I found a pair of cameo styled earrings, one of Peter’s profile and one of Wendy. I wore them facing inwards, as if they were looking towards each other. Creepy but cute. The other was another enamel pin that simply says: “Think Happy Thoughts.” A statement we should consider all year around, but in this case you have to “…think happy thoughts, and they lift you up into the air!” Both of these pieces are from HouseOfWonderland. They are both gorgeous, detailed and well made and I still wear them on the regs.


The other little nod was my necklace. I took a few Pan themed necklaces with me, however the chosen one for this look was one that would possibly be found upon Peter Pan’s person. I wore my little thimble and acorn around my neck, just like Wendy and Peter wear theirs. Keep your kisses close, they could save your life!

I did get around to wearing all of them though! Both the gold resin flight necklace and the acorn and thimble one were gifted to me, but the last I bought on Etsy. It’s sad but I believe that the shop has since closed down, which sucks pixie dust!


So, not as far as some go but a step further than everyone else I went with! It’s all about getting creative and feeling that Disney magic! You do you and have fun with it! I wanted to have a go, did it and didn’t feel silly or out of place, in fact the characters will usually clock if you’ve dressed like them or have something relating to them on you. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to meet Peter the day I was wearing my Pan garb, so I met him in one of my Alice themed outfits… he still managed to pick up on the anchor on my shirt and accuse me of piracy!

If you want to check out my last escapade to Disney, find out more about my character interactions (including the pirate controversy) or the time I got spooned by a clown at DLP them I shall leave the links below (bonus, I went overboard with the photos again) :

>>Disneyland Paris 25th Anniversary 💙<<

>> Meeting Peter Pan, Mickey Mouse, Jack Sparrow and the Mad Hatter at Disneyland Paris ✨<<

>>Being spoonfed by a clown at Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show! 🙀<<


“Just think of the happiest things, it’s the same as having wings!”

Until next time, off to Neverland!



P.S. None of this sponsored, I just love what I found!