Oh what a night!
A post, primarily on friendship.
The obsession is real.
To my BFF.
Since leaving London, almost 6 years ago, after eleven years in the capital, I've often questioned whether we were, my husband and I, 'tired of life' as John Samuel's famous saying goes, when we departed.
Sunday saw this family get wrapped up in our winter gear and head for the stunningly Autumnal Golden Acre Park in Leeds, where we met with my friend and fitness trainer, Caroline, and her three gorgeous boys, Barnaby, Ralph and Henry, for a walk around the lake.
I'm writing this because I know how easy it is to judge and potentially, condemn others based on their actions on people you know and care about. That pack mentality to deride someone because they've hurt another/others. To form an opinion based on well, another's opinion and possibly not on fact because everything in life is so utterly subjective.
My gorgeous friend, Harriet Thorpe: all-round superstar actress and one heck of an awesome human being, wasn't able to make my birthday dinner last Saturday night so she jumped on a train from London to see me in Leeds for a long lunch last Tuesday and we had a ball of a time.
Where do I start with the most amazing lunch of my life?! Truly. The company. Food. Ambience. Service. The delightful energy that cheesily fed my soul as much as my tum (!). I shut my eyes and found myself on the French Rivieria in the middle of London. The Dalloway Terrace in the Bloomsbury Hotel is EVERYTHING and more.
I honestly don't know where to start when writing about our Beaches Resorts' Ocho Rios family holiday because it's literally blown this little family's minds.