So, I have been in love with Jane Austen since I was 13 years old. It’s kind of funny because if Mr Darcy showed up at my door nowadays, I would probably be more inclined to report the strange man outside my house to the police than invite him in for a cuppa. (Plus it … Continue reading Another one? Seriously?!
The first time I got properly asked out, I was 15. I didn’t particularly like the boy in question but he seemed nice enough and had a backstory that made Bambi’s childhood look a breeze, so I agreed. Plans were made to meet up for some kind of (let's face it, inevitably super awkward) date, … Continue reading Alphabet Soup