31 Day Blog Challenge: Day 11


Today’s post is: Ten of my favourite things (including this grumpy sod ^)


Simply put, my favourite sport to watch. I’ve never been inclined to participate but I do enjoy going to a racetrack and soaking up the sounds, sights and smells of a good race day. My favourite series is the British Touring Car Championship, and while it doesn’t look like I’ll get to see them live this year, the races will all be broadcast so I’ll be sat on the sofa in my Honda shirt (from like the 2015 season, I must get a new one) cheering on my favourite team.


From a young age, I’ve loved fashion. Mum always had a love for designer clothes and we used to sit and watch The Clothes Show together. In the 90’s I developed a bit of a Versace obsession and used to cut out all the pictures of his clothes from the paper and magazines. Obviously I branched out a bit in my tastes as I grew up, started reading the ‘proper’ fashion magazines and then decided to send my career down that path. Fashion isn’t just a fad, it’s life!

Visiting museums

Museums are my calm spaces. There’s nothing I like better than finding a little local museum when I go on holiday somewhere and just sitting quietly for an hour or so, absorbing local history. Big museums, like the ones in London, don’t do it for me any more (they’re too bustly and busy and full of tourists) but find me a tiny local museum that’s about the size of a small sitting room and I’m in paradise.


Specifically, my book. It’s another calm space for me – if things are getting on top of me, I’ll boot up Google Drive and dive into the world I created. Writing is an escape and an outlet for me.

My cat

My ‘grumpy sod’ in the photo. He’s an old boy now, and he really is a grouch, but I love him to bits. It’s nice to devote my time to making sure a little kitty who didn’t have such a great life now is enjoying his later years in comparative luxury. We do spoil him. How many cats have their own bedroom or drink out of a cut glass water bowl? Love him.

My friends

Goes without saying. If any of them are reading this, you are great.

North Devon

Possibly my favourite place in the UK, specifically Woolacombe and its surrounding area. I am very sad that I won’t be able to make it there for my annual visit this year (budget won’t stretch, sadly) but that does mean I can save up and have a longer holiday there next year.


There’s nothing like a good cup of tea, is there? The only teas I don’t like are herbal teas – they taste like lies, misery and wet flowers so no, give me a good cup of proper tea. Current favourite tea is the Chatsworth blend that I discovered whilst on holiday up there last October, and I’m going back up in June to get some more. That isn’t the sole reason for my visit back up there, but a trip to the gift shop to get three boxes of tea is definitely on the agenda.


My favourite food, especially when made by my mother. I don’t like pineapple on pizza, but otherwise, most toppings are okay. Except olives, actually. I mean who ruins pizza with olives? Eurgh!

My bed

Not in a ‘I like my bed so much I don’t want to get out of it’ but in the sense that it’s a special bed which has made my life so much easier. It’s electric and with a thick memory foam mattress, plus it has a massage function. When my joints are killing me because of arthritis or my crohn’s has made my whole body feel like I’ve been hit by a bus, the massage function just un-knots everything and I can sleep properly. I can also sleep with my head and feet raised, which stops heartburn and also keeps me still so I can’t roll around too much and wake myself up from hurting myself. It was worth the price – it cost about the same as a small hatchback car – and I am forever grateful to my mother for buying it for me.


So those are ten of my favourite things! What are yours, readers? Let me know in the comments.

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