Standing up for 20-somethings since 2017.
Hi! I'm Isobel, doer of yoga, lover of cheese and founder of I Read Past Bedtime.
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Whether it's the amount of food we're consuming, the money we're spending on gifts, or not managing to find enough time to spend with loved ones, Christmas can leave us feeling drained and guilty rather than full of festive cheer.
We may not have known it then, but by assigning us the various roles of this timeless production, our teachers were doing more than getting out of having to do P.E. that day - they were earmarking us for a star-studded (or otherwise) future.
I bet I can tell you what kind of person you are by your role in the school Nativity (no prizes for guessing which one is me).
Over the Summer though, I began to yearn for something more. If Dickens is the 80% dark chocolate of the indulgent world of literature, I was looking for my large Dominoes with wedges - less refined but, in reality, a lot more pleasurable. Which is when I found Jilly Cooper.
People who know me well (hi Mum) know that I love, love, LOVE yoga. And no, actually, not just because pretty much every class ends with a good chunk of lying on the floor.
Still, as a full-time teacher and when-I-have-time freelance writer, I'm not overwhelmed with free time in which to practice. That is, until I found Bad Yogi.
Being 20-something is an odd experience.
You’re an adult, but most likely living at home or still dependent on your parents in some way. You have a job, but it probably isn’t your dream one. And you’re desperately trying to stay in touch with school and university friends while wanting to appear friendly and sociable to your new housemates and colleagues.
Frankly, it’s exhausting, and all too easy for the things we really want to do in our twenties to get lost in the business of just existing as a functioning adult.
So, I decided to make a list of all the things I’d like to do this decade, from adventures I’d like to have to career goals. Alongside these, I’ve put everything that I probably should be able to do (like my washing).
I don't know about you, but to say I overindulged over Summer is a rather large understatement. End of term celebrations were enjoyed in earnest (prompting concerned nearest and dearest to question how I'd got to the age of 23 without knowing my limits), and a few well-placed August holidays were enough to throw me well and truly off the health wagon.
I've never been to a proper festival. You know, the ones where girls flatten each other to be in the front row for One Direction and you'd give your right arm just to be one of the stewards.
If you ask me, teeny festivals are where it's at. You spend 80% of your time at the food tent or drinking cider and the rest of it listening to folk in a drunken haze.
Being a millennial is tough. We're expected to stand on our own two feet, but we still have so many questions that need answering. How do I set the washing machine to delicates? Do I have to floss AND use mouthwash or just commit to one? If Tesco opens at 10am on Sunday, does that mean it shuts at midnight on Saturday?
Every place on this list has been tested either by myself or a trusty local, so you won't be disappointed.
If, like me, you believe you deserve the best coffee whenever the heck you fancy it, this list is for you.
I've always wanted to try afternoon tea. There's something about eating ten tiny sandwiches and dainty little cakes that seems so much more fun than just committing to one large culinary event.
With my grandma's birthday fast approaching (and then fast whizzing by - it was in March), today seemed like the perfect day for a trip to Waddesdon Manor (I'm a good grandchild, I promise).