Today turned out to be a rather nice winter Sunday in London. I love doing something a bit cultural on a Sunday and Somerset House just by Covent Garden is one of my favourite destinations for exact such an occasion on a Sunday. This weekend I went to see the Isabella Blow exhibition with my friend Suz. 
*Warning: If you find blog posts about sex and related topics offensive
then please do not read on, because this is what this post is all about. Deal
with it*
As some of
you may know I started a new job earlier this year. Doing PR properly has been
challenging and fun and I have learned a whole lot since graduation. My old
office was the perfect ground for trying new cupcake recipes and I used to bake
at least once a week. Joe in particular was always excited when I turned up to
work with an armful of colourful boxes.
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Having friends is great. I love my friends. Some of them a
little too much, one might say. I will go above and beyond for the people I
truly care about and as an inherently social being am to be found out and about
most evenings. And weekends for the matter. Some weeks I don’t really see my
housemates because I come in once they are asleep and wake up as they are
leaving just to rush around before work. 
About 2 weeks ago I signed up to spareroom.co.uk. Having
happily cohabitated with 2 of my friends for the last year in Arsenal (you know
the footie is on when your room smells like onions on a Saturday morning or you
can’t get onto the tube on a Wednesday night) our lease is almost up and we are
all moving to pastures new. N has bought a cosy little flat a little further
north in yummy mummy town aka Crouch end S will go back to being a student.
That means I will be homeless in about 8 weeks time unless I find another
abode, preferably with some lovely people who will eventually become friends as
well as flatmates. I always complain that I never meet new people anymore
(despite the fact that I have trouble seeing all my friends on a regular basis
already) so making new friends via a lovely new flat share seemed like a good
idea. That is how I have come to call spareroom.co.uk my new and temporary “home”.
Every morning on my way into work
I walk past a newspaper and magazine stand. The last time I actually bothered
to take a look at any of the magazines on their shelves I, unsurprisingly, found
most magazines trying to entice me to buy them by promising me a quick and easy
way to the perfect body. Taking their offer seriously I should have the perfectly
tall, lean, muscular body structure with long legs, straight, white teeth, long
fingers (but not toes) and radiant skin that I have always dreamed of.
So I haven’t posted a baking blog in a while, which is
unusual for me. But to be honest life has been pretty hectic and with me
starting a new job and a lot of personal stuff happening, baking and blogging
had to take a step back. As life is starting to calm down a little (Mission:
Look after myself a little better!) I spend last Sunday in the kitchen baking
cupcakes and Kiss biscuits (blog to follow soon, promise!). 
My friend got married in
November. It was like many other weddings, big white dress, cake, lots of
relatives and friends all gathered to celebrate two people in love making a
commitment. Everyone dressed up, everyone bought presents. We danced, we ate,
we had fun. 
I love games. Big fan.
Cannot begin to describe how much I love them. Board games that is. Monopoly,
Yahtzee, Poker, Game of Life, you name it. I may not be good at them, I may
never win, but I will still play. Every time. 
Last week was my final week at my old job with my lovely boss and colleagues. I distinctly remember my boss telling me about the Octopus cake the last leaver baked in my interview. So I knew I had some big shoes to fill, particularly with the reputation of 'Cupcake Queen' in the office.
