I originally started writing my blog to document my training journey for the London Marathon, which I took part in last month. Sooooo you’ll know that, that adventure has finally come to an end. 😭 I’ve decided to keep plodding around my local roads to keep fit and work off those extra slices of pizza; especially after this weekend πŸ•

So with the last few donations coming through before I close my funding page, I thought I’d share with you all some major news that happened a few weeks ago. A few blog stories ago, the Frow man and I went to Geneva for my 30th birthday present; what I didn’t tell you all was that…

Craig bought me a castle…hahah!

Craig…bought me a dog…no that’s not believable either.

Well, what actually happened was…

Craig proposed!

Amongst all the excitement and madness we decided to only let our family and friends know initially, and with all the madness leading up to the marathon, I couldn’t really keep my mind on everything that was going on. So we kept it under wraps, got through the marathon, and now we can actually focus on planning our wedding. 🍾

Since we’ve been engaged, we’ve managed to catch the highly infectious ‘Wedding Fever’. Excitement, anxiety, fear, happiness, and joy, are just a FEW of the emotions we’ve been going through (I say we, Craig’s holding it together: I’m not). Wedding venues, wedding dresses, cakes, invitations, seating plans, food…I mean I could go on and on and on.

Pinterest has become my new best friend with all its wonderful ideas, and who new emails would become a communication go to: I hate talking to people unless it’s a must. Poor old Craig has had his ear chewed off with colour schemes, seasons, and the big word we don’t like to use too much…budgets. I hate the word budget 😣

With the focus now off of my running for a bit, I thought I’d tailor my blog each week breaking down our highs and lows, and how close we may come to killing each other before the big day.

Tonight I’m going to BE that girl going through Absolute Bride magazine, and I’ll certainly be downing a large gin with it.

Next week I’ll fill you in on all these white, sparkly and annoying. πŸ˜‚

Enjoy your Sunday evening the right way β˜•πŸ«


Lucy Loops πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

That’s all Folks!

It’s been two weeks since the London Marathon, and I have been on such a high since race day. I’ve been feeling like a real athlete πŸ˜‚ hysterical I know, but the London marathon gives you a serious ego boost and it’s particularly made me feel invincible! πŸ’ͺ However, I have promised my darling Gran and mum that I will not participate in any more marathons…that they know of 😜

Don’t grass me up! Please πŸ™

Here are some photos from race day πŸƒβ€β™€οΈπŸ˜ŽπŸ˜ŠπŸ’œ

I’ve been out and about celebrating birthdays, enjoying the odd glass of gin, and eating whatever I like and making the most of my current metabolism. I’ve been acting like my full time job is being a socialite πŸΎπŸΈπŸ’ƒ

Now though, it’s time to face reality. I have been taking the last two weeks to rest my body, and mainly my left knee as it’s still flippin’ killing me on my short runs – not ideal as you can imagine. So tomorrow is THE day that I start trying to run again (a short distance) to keep fit and feel like the next Paula Radcliffe. 😊😎

The marathon this year was such an achievement; so far I’ve raised just over Β£5,000 with gift aid for Pancreatic Cancer UK, which I never in a million years thought I’d be able to achieve. I couldn’t have done it without all the support of family, friends, colleagues, and even strangers.

I’m super proud of myself as I managed to run the WHOLE 26.2 miles, even though feet felt like they were going to explode! Plus I managed to run it 5 and half hours (that’s super good for me), and a goal I feel I can improve on for next time. I’m going to keep going to Parkrun and possibly dragging my saggy flat bottom to the gym – watch this space. πŸ€“

To think that it hasn’t even been a year since I had major abdominal surgery to remove an ovarian cyst, is just crazy. August last year, I was preparing to opened up and have my alien removed, and not long after that, I recieved the email that I had a place in the London Marathon with the Pancreatic Cancer UK team. I doubted myself at the beginning, that I wouldn’t even be able to hold myself up by the time race day would arrive. Somehow, I managed to find the motivation, fight the fear, find the determination to train, and keep plodding along.

I did it.

This journey has meant the world to me and my family, and it’s shown that I can find that fire in my belly and drive myself to do something special for not just myself but for others too.

Thank you all for your support on my journey, for supporting my Auntie Barb and Pancreatic Cancer UK.

Until next time,


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

London Marathon 2019

Well, shit just got REALLY real didn’t it. The day has arrived and am I feeling it? HELL TO THE YEAH! πŸ’ͺ

This entire week, the excitement and anxiety have been building, and I’ve had so many thoughts and feelings going through my head. One minute I’m relaxed and chilled, thinking ‘I can do this, yeah, I CAN do this’. Then BAM! There I am crying into my cup of tea, telling Craig to stop me from making stupid decisions like this. Then, I thought of why I was doing it.

Over the last few months, I’ve spent my time informing you all about Pancreatic Cancer, sharing others experiences of the disease, and mainly over the last few weeks, about my training. When I was carrying on at Craig this morning about my stupidity in running this marathon, Craig said in his wisdom ‘remember why you’re doing it’. There and then, I stopped, I remembered.

This marathon is for my Auntie Barb.

Always kind, always caring, always there.

I asked my cousin Jenny to write for this week’s blog, to share her family’s experience of this disease. Firstly I want to thank Jenny and Andy for all their help with fundraising, all their constant support throughout, and so spurring me on when I’ve needed it most. Thank you Jen for writing for my blog this week, and sharing with us all – it means so much.

From Jen to you all:

I used to know that the pancreas has something to do with insulin, but I couldn’t have told you where it is located in the body. I had heard of pancreatic cancer, as the cause of the death of Patrick Swayze, but I thought it was rare. Now, sadly, I know all too well the symptoms of pancreatic cancer, the awful survival rates and that this is actually now the fifth most common cause of death from cancer in the UK – and I know this because in 2015 this vile disease took the life of my beloved 68 year old mum, just six weeks after diagnosis.

Common symptoms are pain or discomfort, jaundice and weight loss. All of which my mum had, but were also fitting with the difficulties she had been having with a gallstone lodged in her bile duct. Pancreatic cancer may not actually cause symptoms for a long time and as such a lot of diagnoses are made in A&E at an advanced stage. In England and Wales the five year or more survival rate is under 5%.

My mum was a wonderful mother, wife, nanny, sister and friend. She was a healthy and amazingly strong woman. After losing my father when she was only 38 years old, she did a wonderful job of raising my brother and I and running my father’s business. I don’t recall mum being ill very often, other than the odd cold, and she took nothing more than a vitamin supplement and ibuprofen when she had a headache, which was rare! She would always have her five a day, never smoked and drunk no more than a glass of sherry or wine every now and then. She was enjoying life; newly retired with my stepfather and planning their future and most of all, loving every second of being a nanny to her beloved first grandchild Max. And then in early 2015 our world was torn apart – pancreatic cancer took away my mum far too soon.

The six weeks between us finding out and her passing are a blur. She suddenly had a bag full of drugs to take and hated what she described as becoming a cancer patient. She wanted life to be as normal as possible and this was how she wanted to deal with it – I would fuss that I wanted her to rest, but she wanted to do the washing while she could. She was so brave, more worried about how we were, but she was of course scared too – she said she then understood what panic felt like, she felt like she wanted to run away, but she dealt with this feeling by clearing out a cupboard. She was a very private person and wanted us to try to come to terms with it in our immediate family unit before telling other loved ones. We weren’t ever told how long mum had or if she could have treatment, because they wanted her to have a biopsy first. She was never able to have this as she deteriorated so rapidly. My stepdad says he never realised how serious it was at that stage. I had done research and I knew of the awful survival rates and I felt helpless. It broke my heart when one evening mum said to me β€˜you know I’m not going to be ok, don’t you?’ and I could only nod. We just held each other. Every morning I woke up feeling like I had had a bad dream and then reality hit again and again. Mum would even apologise to us that this was happening! It was awful watching mum get weaker and weaker. She struggled to eat anything, was in a lot of pain, slept a lot and had swelling in her stomach, legs and feet. She was told she had a bleed in her stomach and would need a blood transfusion. However it had got to the point where we couldn’t get her to the toilet without it causing her to scream out in pain and sadly on the 22nd February 2015, a day I had always shared with my mum as it was our joint birthday, mum told us she needed to go to hospital and we called an ambulance. Mum was taken for assessment and when we got to see her she said the doctor was looking for us all. She had been told, on her own, on her birthday, that it was a matter of time, probably months, and the cancer had spread to her liver and now also her lungs. However, she appeared peaceful and I spent the evening of our last ever birthday together feeding her some soup and talking with her. I went home feeling quite hopeful that she would recover enough to come home for a while at least, but sadly that wasn’t to be and on arriving at the hospital the next day we were told she had only weeks left. She was no longer very coherent, but she was put in a private room and we had family visit to say goodbyes. The saddest thing I have ever seen was watching my two year old nephew kiss her and say β€œnight night Nanny”. We were again taken into the family room and told it was now likely to be hours only. What was so shocking is that as we came out of that room, another family was going in. Cancer is affecting lots of people right now. You always think β€˜why us?’ but why not? Cancer does not discriminate.

We kept vigil overnight, talking to each other in mum’s room, as they say the hearing is the last thing to go. Mum was so pro-life and fought so bravely until the very end. She passed away surrounded by her family the next evening and life would never be the same again.

Losing mum has been like losing the button that held our family together. Her passing has left a massive gap in our lives, but we continue to live it the best we can and to try to make her proud. She now also has another grandchild, Milo, and I am pleased she knew he was on the way before she passed, but saddened she never got to meet him. We try to keep her memory alive and make sure her darling grandsons both know what a special and brave Nanny they had.

So this is where we fight back. Fight to try to stop other families going through what we did. Raise awareness of symptoms and raise funds for essential research in the hope that earlier detection means more people will survive pancreatic cancer. Despite lots of advances in cancer research and increased survival rates in some other types of cancer the survival rates for pancreatic cancer have remained terribly low. However there are survival stories and I want to read about more of these.

I was truly touched when Lucy told me she was running the marathon for pancreatic cancer UK and in memory of mum. Mum was so fond of Lucy and I know she will be with her on the day watching over her. Lucy, like mum, you are an amazing, courageous woman and I am so very proud of you. You have raised an incredible amount of money for a fantastic cause. You can wear your vest with pride.

Jen xx

To our wonderful Auntie Barb; today is for you.

Lucy πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

The Final Countdown

This bank holiday weekend has been lush hasn’t it? 😎 The weather has been amazing, and I’ve been making the most of looking after the parents gaff and sunning it up in the garden. I managed to sniff out a bottle of gin at mums; I may have had a cheeky one…or two 😜. What she doesn’t know wont hurt her hey.

I’m still on a high after Switzerland last week, and I’ve been reminiscing about last weekend. I JUST WANNA GO BACK!

On the plus side, this weekend has been an excuse to eat chocolate 🀀 and myself and Craig have certainly been doing that. We were given a KitKat Easter egg by my grandparent – to share mind! And again this year, we got into a squabble about how much Craig could eat πŸ™ˆ. My high pitched tone could be heard by many dogs I think yesterday, as I reminded Craig that he COULD NOT eat the whole thing. I have been sneaky though, and hidden this from him…


Anyway, in running news this week I have continuing with my taper. Yesterday I ran 5 miles in the sun. Now, as much as I love this weather I’m hoping on race day the sun is hiding behind a few clouds, because yesterday was HOT! I was beetroot red and blotchy by the end of it: gross. Here’s a preview of what I’ll look like race day if this weather keeps up…That’s me enjoying a lovely glass of tap water right there. πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ I decided to wear my Pancreatic Cancer top, so I could get the feel of it for race day. Still unsure as to wear two tops to stop the chafing under my arms which will inevitably happen. I have been for my final sports massage (which now seems strange), to try and iron out the issues I’ve been having with my left knee. I’m planning on two short runs this week, and stretching, icing, and whatever else I need to do to get these legs to run around London.

I’m actually starting to feel very nervous with the London Marathon just around the corner. I can’t quite put my finger on why, but I think the emotions of the day are building up, and I don’t want to let anyone down. I’m super scared that I’m going to fail, but if history is anything to go by, I know I can do it as I have completed the Brighton Paris Marathons in previous years. But…I just can’t shake this anxiety off…can I make up an excuse to not do it?

No. That would be baaaaaad wouldn’t it. Stop saying stupid things Lucy.

Today my plan is keep my anxiety under control, as I enjoy the last few hours of this glorious day before starting the routine of going back to work – damn it!

So while I panic about work tomorrow (which is kind of good as that takes my mind off of things) I’ll get little Benny here to make me a cuppa tea – you think he will?

Happy bank holiday all, and make the most of it while it lasts. I’ll prepare next week’s blog post on Saturday to share Sunday morning.

Love to you all!

Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

Adventures in Switzerland

Wow! I mean, just wow! 😱

But before I go on, I’ll take you back to October of last year, where I moaned horrendously and constantly about turning the big 30, and to be truthful it hasn’t actually been all that bad. I was spoilt rotten, and had the most AMAZING birthday party with friends and family. To top it off, Craig surprised me with my dream trip to Switzerland. 🀩

This weekend, was THE weekend we went to Lake Geneva. We’ve been spending our days walking by the lake (which is actually bloody massive), drinking beer (Hopfenperle), and indulging ourselves with beautiful food (who knew Terrine de Homard would be so delicious).

Of course I had to order an Aperol Spritz 😁

Yeah…we had burgers too…😁😜

However, my blog isn’t aimed at all my wonderful travels, which usually consist of my weekly food shop to Asda and visiting my grandparents. This week was a bit of an anomaly. 😁

I have (believe it or not) been keeping up with my training! So this morning I went for my planned run, but today I was super lucky to do that along Lake Geneva. πŸƒβ€β™€οΈπŸƒβ€β™€οΈπŸƒβ€β™€οΈ

I mean, just look at that view!

As many of you may know, 3 weeks before the marathon is known as the taper where the mileage decreases and your body rests and recovers ready for race day.

To say I’ve been OK with this wouldn’t be true.

I’ve gone from making myself train 3 – 4 times a week, to cutting my long runs down substantially and also allowing myself to have an extra rest day! I mean I shouldn’t moan…but it feels like I’ve gone from one extreme to another.

This time, in two weeks, I would have hopefully completed the London Marathon πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ cross all your fingers and toes for me…PLEASE!

I have been to see my physio too as I’ve been having issues with my knee. So now that I’ve invested in a foam roller, some sort torturous stretching device, and tape: I should be able to stop myself from falling apart (and worrying my darling gran).

The plan for this week is to be able to continue training but mostly not over doing it, making sure I stretch properly and use my foam roller to get those knots out. I’m going to do a final push for fundraising, but other than that only my anxiety of the race it’s self is going to increase!

I hope you’re all having a wonderful weekend, and looking forward to the upcoming bank holiday. I’ve got my Easter eggs ready! πŸ˜‹πŸ‘Œ


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

And the Frow man 😜

I can do this!

I hope everyone enjoyed their Mother’s Day last weekend! The Frow man and I had a top breakfast with his mum and sisters, before heading to the quaint village of Gosfield to celebrate with my family. We over indulged in a three course meal, and I tell you something, the chocolate brownie was Amazeballs! If you ever head that way, try The King’s Head pub.

So with the end of this week over, I have a lush Monday morning lay in to look forward to. The Easter holidays are finally upon us! And I have two blissful weeks of bumming around and spending all day in my pyjamas – I’m not even lying. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜œ

I may even put my old baking hat on, you never know πŸ§πŸ°πŸŽ‚

Today I completed my longest yet, and I am SO pleased with myself. I didn’t think I would ever be able to do it, but I managed to run 18 miles. The stretching afterwards however; painful. The first 10 miles were OK, and I even got to 13 miles feeling in a good place. By the time I hit 15, I had just enough left in my tank to get those 3 miles done. Now tell me if I’m crazy, but I will try and run 20 miles this week, before I start my taper: too much?

This run took 3h 45m, which I don’t think is too bad. I’m hoping to try and finish this marathon in 5h 30m, maybe a bit adventurous for me but I’m going try it. Tomorrow I plan on having a 2 mile jog to stretch my legs out before I head off to lunch…if my bed doesn’t stop me.

I know last week (if you didn’t notice) I didn’t write a blog post. With the last few crazy weeks and having an extremely busy weekend, I woke up Sunday feeling absolutely exhausted. So I didn’t not to run…πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

I was a busy girl helping at the pub last Saturday with a rave they had organised; I even had my face glittered!

To be honest, I think working there Friday kept my cardio up to make up for my lost run on Sunday. πŸ˜…πŸ™ˆ

But, I do feel ashamed that I didn’t write a blog last week. Even though I didn’t take on my training as planned, it’s still important I think to document my highs and lows of training, and taking on a marathon. This was never going to be an easy task, and fitting my training around my home, work, and social life has been hard to say the least. Sometimes finding the ‘want’ to do these runs, is an effort all in it’s self.

Now I’m going to chill out watching some Netflix, and letting my Easter holidays begin. I think I more than deserve this after my accomplishment today. Have a fab week guys, I’ll be bugging you again soon. ❀


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

Run Free, Free as the Wind Blows…

I’ve just devoured the most delicious roast dinner, made by the Frow man himself; it was just what I needed after today’s training run. πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ Only problem now, is I am in charge of the washing up – athlete’s don’t do washing up! πŸ˜‰ Maybe Craig didn’t get the memo…πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

I’ve had…an interesting week let’s say, so yesterday myself and my mum went out for a treat. If you guys remember, back in October I turned 30 (I still can’t believe it). My friends Emma and Abby treated me to afternoon tea – thank you guys! If anyone fancy’s a trip to Maldon in the near future, make sure you book an afternoon tea at Mrs Salisbury’s tea room – you wont be disappointed. πŸ°πŸ§β˜•

Here’s a wee glimpse of our meal to make you well jelly. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜„

I’ve come to the realisation, that the next 5 Sunday’s are basically written off from now until marathon day. I ran 15 miles today, and the plan next week is to run 16…but lord knows how I’ll drag myself along. Plus, I tried out a few new items on this week’s training run, such as SiS gels, a new water bottle, and a running pouch. The water bottle drove me nuts carrying that all the way round, and the gel was like trying to swallow sick 😷 – I forgot how gross they can be.

After the high of last week’s half marathon at Brentwood, today was a bit of a punch in the face. I’m starting to find it hard motivating myself to keep the pace going on my training runs, which meant today my average time per mile increased drastically. I know you’re saying keep at your pace, and don’t get caught up with everyone else on race day, but I would rather not take 3 freaking days, to complete the London Marathon πŸ™ˆ. I’m hoping that these gels I bought will support me, and drive me to keep going for longer.

I’m actually dreading next week’s run, and I don’t know if I have the mental strength to push myself along to 16 miles. So if you see me, please shout, scream, hell, even through jelly babies at me!

Along with running gradually more each week, and trying to increase training sessions, one thing I have noticed, is that my washing has escalated! Craig isn’t too pleased as it means all his squash gear takes longer to get washed (my fitness clothing is taking priority at the moment πŸ˜„).

Next week will be Mother’s Day, so I’d better get my butt up and out early, so I can make it back in time for celebrations with my family. I hope you all have your cards, gifts and special plans set and ready to go. Mother’s Day is about making time not just for our Mother’s, but all those women that support and encourage us: I’ll be sending more than card this year.

Have a fantastic week, and I’ll be blabbing again soon.


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

Earned Not Given

Last week I didn’t write a blog post. The reason for this…I needed a break. The last few weeks have been manic, and I just needed my mind to switch off, and just be me. Whether that’s watching Disney films, or baking cakes, I just needed some time to let off steam. This week has still been no different however, with everything all building up and happening at once; so next weekend will be my weekend. ❀ I have plans to take over my little world, one cup of tea at a time. πŸ˜‰

My training for the London Marathon is in full swing, and today I ran Brentwood Half Marathon. This event saw me make a new PB of running 13.1 miles, in 2 hours and 27 minutes. Two weeks ago I ran the same distance (my route) in 2 hours and 34 minutes – that’s a whole 7 minutes shaved off of my time! YES LAD! 😎

I want to say thank you to Sammy and B, who spurred me on to meet my target at today’s race. πŸƒβ€β™€οΈ I was almost (not quite) a broken woman: that hill at the end took ot out of me! πŸ˜“ Only the marathon day it’s self to get through now. πŸ™ˆ

I wish I took some photos of the course, because it was pretty lush as we ran on little country roads, and quaint little villages. Craig doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve found our dream home πŸ˜‰ we wont be able to eat for the next 20+ years, but the house will be wonderful! πŸ˜‚

Can we just take a minute and look at how amazing we look with our medals πŸ˜„ I’m super dooper proud of all we’ve achieved today.

So to treat myself, I’ve had a nice hot shower, and a lovely tuna and mayonnaise sandwich. #GOALS πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Next week I plan on running 15 miles – we’ll see how that goes. I reckon I’ll be dragging myself along the floor a bit like The Grudge; god that film freaks me out.

So tomorrow is Monday, and a fresh week is nearly upon us. I’m going to try and plough through it, and get through some tough days as best as I can. THE WEEKEND WILL BE MINE! πŸ’ͺ

Look after yourself guys, I’m going to try and look after myself and the Frow.


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

Mile Stone

Today The Great Escape happened. Myself, Craig, Emma, and Tim, decided to spend our Sunday banging our heads together, and breaking out of Escape Basildon. Now usually this would be my idea of hell, but I managed to break out of my comfort zone and stop being a wimp – not that I was of any use of course. πŸ˜‚

If you haven’t been to an escape room before, then here’s the low down. You basically choose folks you don’t mind being stuck with in a locked in a room for an hour, while trying to figure out clues, to unlock the door before the time runs out, and then you make your great escape!

Here we are being mega chuffed with ourselves, and me being a douche 😁

So after the ups and downs of last week, I managed to fit a couple of training runs. Sammy invited me Tuesday evening for a short 40 minute run, where we managed to JUST run over 4 miles. PB for me on Tuesday, as we managed to run on average 9:27 per mile. If it wasn’t for Sammy asking me I probably wouldn’t have bothered running this week, as I’ve been feeling rather rubbish in general.

The big mile stone happened today though: 13.1 miles. I can now tick this off of my training plan βœ”

To say this run was easy would be lovely, but that would be a massive lie. The first 8 miles were OK, and the Frow man managed to meet me to keep me hydrated, while I then ran off and completed today’s run. The last 3 miles were a bit of a struggle; I’ve started having physio sessions as my hip muscles have been giving me jip. From mile 9 onwards, I could start to feel aches and pains start to settle in my body. I have seen a difference though, as only a month ago, I would have been exhausted after an 8 mile run: not so much anymore.

The plan as follows for next week, will be to try and run 14 – 15 miles. This will depend on my recovery after this latest long run, so we’ll see. In the meantime, if you see a beetroot faced lady in a high vis jacket, make sure to wave and have jelly babies on hand. 🀀

2 months to go now folks until the London Marathon is upon us! Bloody hell that’s come round quick πŸ€” πŸ™ˆ

Until next Sunday


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

If this is Love

As much as I gush about the Frow man, and everything he does for me, this week’s blog is not all about him. πŸ˜‰ Since I came back from Amsterm, this half term has been jam packed with all types of shenanigans; mainly around my wonderful family. So you can take a guess…this weeks training kind of went on the back burner.

Please don’t hate me!

I drove to visit my aunt in Bournemouth, and to spend some time with my two young cousins. Seeing them only confirmed how I ended up with the short arse gene – oh well. πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ One thing I’ve learned as I’ve grown older, is to make sure to make time for family and friends, because that times whizzes past. I literally blinked and my two younger cousins are 15 and 12!

It seems like yesterday I was playing with my Barbies in the garden, and munching on my lunch which we called a ‘Granny Penny Special’. These were made up of my favourite foods, like: cheese and pickle sandwiches, prawn and cocktail crisps, a bakewell tart, grapes, carrot sticks, and of course the standard Frube yoghurt.

I took some hard news a few days ago: I lost my grandad. Even though, as a family we knew this was coming (he had been ill for a long time), it hasn’t made this any easier to deal with. I decided that training would go on the back burner, as I support my dad as well as each other, over the next coming weeks.

I’ve taken time to reflect, and I really appreciate everything my family and friends do for me. I am a person who hides away, and decides to stay at home and become a hermit – myself and Craig are as bad as each other for that. As I look forward into the future, I want to make sure I spend that time with my family and friends, as before I know (like with my cousins) that time has rushed by and almost gone.

So this week I want to cherish all my wonderful family and friends for everything you do for me, even if I am a hoarder, extremely loud, and sometimes don’t use a filter. But know I love you all, and you may find me turning up on your doorstep, for a catch up – so make sure you have tea and biscuits! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜† I also LOVE skittles 🀀

For you all this week, and as your homework πŸ˜‰ please take the time to see those you haven’t managed to fit around your daily routine, make that phone call, turn up unannounced (because it is a lovely surprise), and just be you.


Lucy Loop πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ