I have like 3 different things I eat for breakfast in rotation. I’m quite happy to eat the same thing every day, as long as I know it’s got some decent nutritional value. My favourite thing to eat for breakfast right now is this prep-ahead porridge.
I’ve never really liked the thought of overnight oats, because I just thought they were a bit trendy and would be like eating cold, soggy oats. But I’ve experimented and come up with this recipe. It’s plant-based, dairy-free, high in omega 3 and protein, and I cover it with berries to give me an antioxidant and vitamin C boost.
I thought this might be a useful one for people who struggle to pack light. When I recently went to Tenerife, we decided to only take hand luggage. I find airports really exhausting, so the thought of not having to wait for hold luggage was appealing. However, I’m useless at packing and I’m so indecisive about what to take.
Clothes are bad enough, but I really struggle with the liquid allowance for hand luggage because somehow I’m supposed to fit makeup, and like 300 other cosmetics, in a little zip up bag that has to close completely. My attitude this time was that it was a really chilled beach holiday, and we were just going to relax. There were no plans to go sightseeing or any fussy nights out. So I decided to take minimal makeup, not to wear any during the day, and to take stuff that I could mix and match. Here’s what I packed:
I am approximately half way through my twenties now. I remember thinking when I was little that my ideal age to be stuck at would be 21. I wasn’t far off, to be fair. I’d probably say, like 24 or 25 now because, when I was 21, I was still at uni and I was an idiot. My main reason for wanting to be 21, I remember, as a little girl, was that it meant I could drink alcohol anywhere in the world. I couldn’t think of anything you couldn’t do legally if you were 21 or over. I really don’t know what that says about me as a child.
Being in your twenties is a confusing time. That seems to be a bit of an understatement.
Let me try again.
Being in your twenties is like a decade-long period of psychological torture. It’s like a labyrinth. It’s like something you have to go through before you reach the (I’m told) more calm and confident years beginning with 3. All proper grown-ups tell me that they wouldn’t relive their twenties again if you paid them.