I arrived in Geneva, Switzerland about 45 minutes late due to a delay on the runway at Newcastle. I wasn’t surprised as the snow and ice in The UK was unrelenting leading up to departure day, but actually the tardiness of my flight was due to low lying fog in Geneva. Something which appears to […]Read more "Diary of a Chalet Girl pt 2: Week 1 & 2, I fucked up… France"
Remember this? I’m planning to spend the summer holidays with Mum and Dad in Northumberland as I’d like to check out Newcastle as a potential move following my PGCE and… well, because Mum and Dad are awesome. – Zoe, 23/05/2017 Ahem, sooo… I kickstarted teacher training at the end of August 2017 with a team […]Read more "9 Months Later…"
I thought it would be bloody hilarious to write a blog post in Cockney Rhyming Slang after talking about it with kids at school. Unfortunately, the Cock-Slang dictionary I ordered hasn’t arrived. Earlier this month I lemon-pivoted my way into the later twenties, despite the spots of rust my skates are beginning to sprout. Sazlack […]Read more "Recen’ Adventures in Blighty… Cambridgeshire/ Northumberland/ London, UK 🇬🇧 "
I was going to ask you if it’s ok to write ANOTHER scathing (yet empowering) blog post about my life choices, but really… it’s my blog, and I’ll cry if I want to. I mean, a different, more successful travel blog might give you the top ten tips on how to wipe your bum in […]Read more "10 Things I Probably Definitely Shouldn’t Be Doing at Lvl 25"
By ‘part 6’ I mean ‘for the 6th time’ since I left university in 2013. I am composing this post from my new, ensuite, loft bedroom in Peterborough, England. Wait… what? For those that aren’t up to date… China ended on a somewhat bad note, and I returned home to the UK in November 2016 […]Read more "Moving Out of Mum and Dad’s (Part 6): Another curve ball"
Surprise. I mean given my last blog post I guess it’s not really surprising that I’ve returned to England. My job wasn’t working out for me and China was aggressively getting on my tits on a daily basis. Yes, I might have left on a particularly shitty note; storming out of the office whilst demanding […]Read more "China #3: The Land of I don’t care, I want to go home… Huzhou, China to London, England"
PIS (acronym) meaning persistent irritating situations * patented by me and not to be confused with actual piss (though the boot fits). Remember those free range chickens? Well, I’ve not seen them since that day I visited the new apartment… a whole month ago. So I’m going to assume they’ve been eaten. Either by neighbours […]Read more "China #2: The Land of PIS (and all things shit)… Huzhou"