Monthly Archives: December 2017

Christmas Past

For most people across the world, Christmas is a time of love, laughter and fun. But what about those people who are spending Christmas alone? Those people living their first Christmas without their loved ones?

Two years ago this Christmas I went to my wonderful granddads house, with my dad and older sister, where we cooked Christmas dinner together for the four of us. It was a quiet, peaceful Christmas day, but none the less I was spending it with the people I loved the most.

Sadly, four weeks later, my granddad was taken away from us in the cruellest of ways. No one knew at the time, or had any inkling that it would be my granddads last Christmas. Or that it would be the last Christmas we would get to spend in his amazing company.

The point of this blog post is to remind people to treasure and love the people around you. Not only through this season, but every day. As depressing as it sounds, no one knows what is around the corner. No one knows when it’s the last time they’ll be saying bye to someone. No one knows when it’s the last time you’ll be making memories together.

But, especially in the season of love and goodwill, we should be grateful for the presence around us. There’s nothing more true to me then the message that “some people are so poor, that all they have is money”.

As much as we “want this” and “want that” at Christmas time, we should all take a moment to appreciate who is around us, rather than what is given to us. To stop looking at the material things. To stop thinking the world is complete because you got the best thing ever for Christmas.

Rather we should enjoy and live every minute with the company we share throughout the season, because in the end you’ll only regret that you didn’t. You won’t look back and remember the year you were 16 and got a new eyeshadow palette. So make the memories count more than what is under the tree.

But on a happier note….Merry Christmas.


Hannah xoxoxo

Adult-ing time.

December 2017 marks my last month as a teenager. Daunting over the fact that I am nearly half way to 40, it got me thinking about how fast all these years have gone and looking back, would I do anything differently?

This week I found my year 11 leavers book, where my friends and class mates wrote lovely notes about me, and probably not what they really thought. Many of the messages in this book were written by my closer friends. There messages always had the same sentences in them: “whatever happens I know we’re going to always be best friends”, “I can’t imagine you not being my friend”, “we will always stay close”.

I couldn’t say a particular moment when it happened, how we drifted, how we stopped talking everyday, but I can’t say that even one of the people who wrote these messages are now a close person in my life.

It’s strange growing up, because you don’t see it happening. You wake up everyday just thinking it’s another day and before you know it you’re leaving school and off to college, you blink again and you’re at university starting a whole new chapter in your life.


One of the big things I look back on and question if I regret, is growing up with a boyfriend. From the age of 14 until I was 18 I was in a relationship, so thinking about all those years, most of my memories are attached to that person. It’s a weird feeling, sharing a life with someone who now doesn’t exist in your life anymore. They’re people  you meet throughout life, who will know you in ways that no one else will ever know you again.

But, if it wasn’t for meeting a boy at the age of 14 and growing up together, I wouldn’t be the person I am today, I wouldn’t have experienced the things I have, and my life would be completely different. And for that reason, I don’t regret it. I can’t imagine what my school years would’ve been like without us meeting. I suppose it’s that question of how different would your life be if that one thing never happened?

Another thing that really hits me, is that people I went to school with are now engaged or pregnant. If that doesn’t show growing up, I don’t know what does. It’s scary to think that 3 years ago we were getting drunk and going to house parties, sharing drunken secrets, even still having sleepovers and now these people are creating their own family.


After year 11 finished and we had the choice of sixth form or going to a sixth form college. I, being me, decided to be different and move away from all my friends. This is one decision that always stays in my mind, if it was the right thing to do or not. Moving away, made me lose lots of close relationships I had in school. I went to college for better education, and to make new friends. But the reality was that I only really made a handful of new friends, who I don’t even speak to anymore.

So, in a way I do regret moving away. But in a much bigger way, I am always grateful I went to college or me and my best friend wouldn’t have become close. I’ve had many ‘best friends’ throughout life, but I’ve never met such an honest, true friend as Alicia. Although I didn’t come away with bundles of new friends, I came away with one real friend, and that means much, much more to me.


Growing up has also taught me that my mum is the most amazing person in the world. As cliché as it is, she is my best friend. The first person I ring when somethings gone wrong. The first person I ring when I have good news. The first person I sit and ring for hours on end to talk about absolutely nothing. As I got older, I really realised how much she does for me and how remarkable she actually is.

Looking back, I don’t think I can say I regret anything, although they’re many moments that I wish hadn’t happened. But if they hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be the me that I am now.

Here’s to turning 20 and hoping my 20s are good to me.


Hannah xoxoxo


A summer romance or a summer of too much alcohol?

If I have one thing in common with Kyle Minouge, it’s definitely that I should be lucky in love. But as her song writing suggests, she is the total opposite. And so am I.

In June, after the stress of exams and deadlines flew away, awaiting till next December to creep upon me again, I set off with my best friend (Phoebe) for a week away in the sun. After a hectic year, all I wanted was booze, sun and fun with my friend. No boys were needed in that equation.

On the first night, as nothing ever goes normal when me and Phoebe are together, we bumped into a group of girls, who had lost their friend. This may sound a very average scenario, but the odd thing was this stranger who had lost her friend in a foreign country (and had also lost her phone), decided to go buy a kebab. Instead of look for her friend. If that doesn’t describe girls in 2017, I don’t know what does.


Throughout the week we met new friends, lets call them Emily and Rachel. On around the fifth night in Zante, we found them down an alley way, which led us to taking them to the hospital, where they had to stay for the night.

Let this be a warning to all people going away next summer; be careful about what you are consuming. The vodka they drank was literally bleach. And bars were selling this.

But, as humour has to be found in every situation, Emily gave Phoebe her phone to find Rachel. To which Phoebe found messages between them about us two. So girls here is another lesson, either don’t bitch about people or if you’re going to, don’t get that pissed that you’ll give the person you’ve been slagging off your phone.


We also met a group of people who worked together at McDonald’s, which included: a lesbian, a couple and just a boy. All week we got called Brighton by this group. We are from Sheffield.

So one night they dragged us in to a club called Waikiki (I would highly recommend this club). And this is where the ‘summer romance’ began.

We met a group of boys from Leeds, who were staying in the room next door to us. And I may be biased being from the North, but people from the North are definitely the funniest people I have ever met. Although one boy, lets call him Jack, seemed to stand out from the rest (or was I just a few too many vodkas from sense?)

The night we met them, I didn’t stop laughing for one minute. It was the kind of night where you forget the existence of everything and everyone and just live in that moment. No worries. No stress. Absolute carefree freedom.

Hannah and Phoebe at Pure Beach.

To sum up the events of that night quickly: we played ‘the floor is lava’ down the strip, where one of the boys ACTUALLY stood on top of a plastic water bottle and it didn’t crush or fall. I ended up falling over getting out the shower, and then the lesbian next door picked me up and dropped me on the floor in front of everyone. This sounds pretty PG, but I only had a towel around me. The towel fell off when she dropped me.

Facing my embarrassment I spoke to the boys the next morning, and we all left for the pool party. I hoped being slightly sober I wouldn’t do anything too humiliating, whilst my new friends were there. BUT, my rep had different ideas for me. She made me join in a competition of being a ‘salmon’, whilst jumping into the water. (If you don’t know what it is please Youtube it!) Now, after researching ‘salmoning’, imagine doing that, and being watched by the boy…

The week went by so fast, as though someone had put us on fast forward and it was over in the blink of an eye. Me, Phoebe and ‘Jack’, spent most of the holiday together after meeting. He would have lunch with us, rather than his friends and spend most of his time with us. Which even led to arguments with the group he had came with.


When it was time to leave after spending a week with these boys, they merely gave us a good bye. At this point I felt pretty devastated. I had met a boy who I got on with so well and like every girl, believed something would come of it. And I didn’t even get a wave goodbye. I felt gutted at this point, I had made amazing memories with someone who I would never see again and nothing is worse than mourning a memory alone.

However, we then found each other online and it did cross my mind that this could be something. We spoke for hours and days and months. And then it all stopped. Even though it was nothing big or a long term relationship, it still hurts to lose a person in your life.

Months went by and we stopped contacting each other. In August me and Phoebe went to Liverpool, to celebrate her 20th. After I came out the bathrooms, I walked straight into a boy. The boy was Jack. I’m not saying I believe in fate, but this was no coincidence. We spent the whole night together and spoke about everything that happened. The night left me feeling quite confused. As it’s not everyday you bump into that one lad from Zante.

However, after this night we never spoke again. To this, I think that maybe, on both occasions: Zante and Liverpool, I had just drank too much. And it clarified that I am very, very unlucky in love.


Hannah xoxoxo



My first ever blog post

Today I found the web link for the first blog I made in 2014. Take a read. I think this shows I was too much of a good girl in school…

‘A-level stress’

From the beginning on the year, I think it’s fair to say there is a LOT of work. We can sometimes wonder why we do it all. But with the pressure of universities, or going into a full time job after, we know we have to continue. And what’s worse then trying to balance education, part time work and a social life, never mind the few hours of sleep we manage a night.

I think it’s right to have a balance in life, if you stress yourself that much, you aren’t going to perform to your best ability. I’ve spent some time researching and thinking about what is helpful to me when I’m stressed… here’s my top 5:

1. If your revising for school, or doing coursework, too much stress will just result in a mind block, therefore it is fine to take a break from the work.
2. Make a timetable of your studies, for example, an hour study on one subject, dinner, then rest, after you can revise again.
3.START EARLY! The best idea is to just start making revision props as soon as you start the course, this way when it’s time to revise you don’t have to waste time making revision props.
4. If you’re going for a job for money, make sure you tell them your situation. Is education most important to you? Let them know it’s your priority and be honest about the hours you can work for them.
5. RELAX!! Spend quality time with friends and families, you don’t want to look back and remember your teenage years studying…do you?