Bye to the Kiwis!

I’m officially back in Germany and back writing my blog! After complaints from mine and Ed’s mum I thought I should get one published asap to avoid any more disappointment. So after about a year of planning and fussing, my family have finally set off on their great new adventure to New Zealand!

My holiday began with a trip up to Hannover to visit Erwin’s hometown nearby. The drive was 8 hours long but it felt like about 3 days in the end; we managed only 1 fight over subway sandwiches which I count as a win. The first meeting of the parents was quite awkward and I forgot almost all the German I know which amused Erwin greatly. But as the week went on it got slightly less awkward and in the end, they were really lovely so hopefully they like me. I also met Erwin’s group of friends who I got on with super well since they were all guys and we mainly just did shots together. There were many other things I wanted to talk about but this blog is already so long so I’ll try to write another one about that trip in the near future.

I stayed with Erwin for just over a week then headed back to England for the second part of my holiday. I landed in Manchester at about 10 at night so I pretty much got home and went to bed. When I got up in the morning there was still no sign of Ted and Trin anywhere until about midday. As per usual Ted had little to no reaction when he first saw me again but Trin was happy to see me and gave me a nice hug.

The first week back was mainly going through the house and sorting stuff out to be thrown away or packed up for NZ. I’ve got most of my stuff in Germany already so it was just a few bits that I had to sort out. Of course I had to have the usual tapas date with Paige which was hilarious and mental but I was personally offended that they didn’t have my fav thing in, the goats cheese churros (cut to a whole blog post about riccis tapas).

The weekend before we were all leaving the house we held our last ever Baguley party, complete with a massive bonfire which we built over the course of a few weeks. The party was half to say goodbye to everyone at the same time and kind of half to get rid of all our leftover booze. We got a load of Costco food which I think people were happy with but secretly they were probably annoyed they didn’t get one last try of Pete’s curry. The party was a usual Baguley gathering with just a load of different groups of people and all us Baguleys running round manically saying hi to everyone and catching up and also a bit of hosting work.  At one point of the party I remember looking round and thinking how amazing and utterly crazy is this?! There was like Rufus the dog running around being cute af, a bonfire going in the field, a little fire going in the garden and just a sea of people drinking, laughing and having a good ol time. By far the best part of the night was my Dad staggering up onto the garden wall to give one of his infamous speeches. It was the usual rambling affair but still entertaining and heartfelt. But as this was the last ever party he had to get my Mum up as well to give a speech which was hilarious but lovely.

The morning after the party was on the complete opposite end of the fun spectrum. Ted was laid in bed feeling sorry for himself until about 3pm since he spent most of the night being fed every type of alcohol by my friends. Dad was up at the crack of dawn cooking up a load of fried breakfasts for everyone who didn’t make it home the previous night. It turned out we didn’t plan our time very well as that Sunday we had to clean up from the party, go to my aunts house for a roast dinner and pack up basically the whole house in time for the removal men to come the next morning.

Safe to say we managed to get it done (we packed up around Ted’s hungover corpse) and had one of the best roast dinners I’ve ever had.

Monday morning and all of our possessions that my family could live without for 8 weeks was piled up in each room ready for the movers to take. When they arrived I was a bit worried they’d take all day as they were just 3 old guys (over 50) who didn’t sound like they could speak English (they were scouse). But in 4 hours they had wrapped literally every single thing in the house and packed it all into massive boxes. Even the rugs and the pictures on the walls in my room were taken! After they had left it really felt like our days there were numbered. I was the only one still with a proper bed (it would be gone by Wednesday) and the rest were all on mattresses with old bedding and living out of suitcases.

Tuesday was Trins birthday so we went to Trafford centre to get rid of our pounds and fill up our suitcases even more. To add to the festivities, we had been invited round to our next door neighours, Kevin and Pauline. Every Christmas Eve for about 13 years we have been going round to their house to get into the Christmas spirit. Pauline is an amazing cook and makes her own homemade bread, potatoes and the main event… a gorgeous roast ham. We go round and first have some punch and nibbles, then to the dining room for dinner in which we always are the first people to cut her Christmas cake (even though its not Christmas yet) and after we play games and chat until its time to go home and wait for Santa to come! Of course this year we won’t be there to celebrate with them so Pauline invited us round for one more Christmas Eve, in August.  It was all going well until we remembered that my Mum had recently decided to become vegetarian which meant she couldn’t have any of Pauline’s famous ham. We all agreed that we would let her off this time and she could pause her veggie diet to have some. But as we sat down Pauline announced that she had also gone veggie so Mum stuck with her and had some quorn sausages instead of a glorious juicy ham.

After that Wednesday morning was kind of odd because we felt like it should be Christmas. Instead someone came to pick my cat Pixie up, to adopt her. Since we’re renting our house out to people with a dog we couldn’t leave the cats there. Pixie is quite a simple cat (lol) so she was easy to re-home but Maggie was more difficult because she was over 15 and had lived in and around the house her whole life. We made the difficult decision to put her down and bury her in the garden next to our old dog Poppy just so we know where she is and that she’s not confused or in pain with other people. It was a really really hard day and we all miss her a lot but I think it was the best decision in the end.

The next day was the last day in the house and the day that my family were flying off to NZ. They were to be picked up by their fancy business class chauffeur service at 4pm and by 3pm Dad had finally started to put his stuff in his suitcases… Vicky and John came round to pick me up and say goodbye to my Mum but we ended up all sat round on camp chairs in the empty living room for a while which made it a bit less emotional. After an hour of waiting and pacing around their taxi finally arrived and the waterworks started. We had hugs all round and packed them into the car. I was sad to see them go but I know I’ll speak to my mum everyday anyway (which I have done so far) and they’re gonna have a great time over there and an amazing adventure.

I think because I’ve already moved out and set up my life in Germany, I’m not that bothered about saying goodbye to my childhood home. I know that whenever I go back to England I have my friends and their families to take me in and be my England fam. Special shoutout to the Barraclough/Wells fam for taking me in when I was homeless for a few days before coming back to Germany!

All in all I see my family going to New Zealand not as a sad thing but as an exciting opportunity for them- and a nice holiday destination for me! They are so brave (not) for doing it and I’m so so excited for Ted and Trin to pick up a bit of a New Zealand accent. I’m sure it might be tough at times to be so far away from me and from all our family friends and to be in a completely new place but all of us are always up for a catch up and a gossip on facetime. And to everyone saying how brave they are for going, I bloody left my home, moved to a foreign country where I knew no one and had to learn a whole language so yeah who’s the brave Baguley now?!



Easter 2017- Clubbing, concussions and chips

So throwback to Easter time! I started writing this blog on the flight back from England nearly 3 weeks ago now and got sick of it tbh. Since most of you who read this were with me for most of the events it should be funny to be reminded of the crazy, roller coaster ride that is my life. This blog is crazy long so I’m just gonna do highlights of the 2 weeks.


The first Saturday of the Easter holidays was my first night out in nearly 3 months and I definitely was not ready. Two porn star martini pitchers in spoons and I was ready to go. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t remember much of Atik apart from getting down hard with literally everyone from Crossleys and going back to ‘old habits’ (you know what I mean).

The next morning I woke up; as usual; in Ely’s bed absolutely DEAD. For the first time in 2 years I had a not-so-tactical chunder which I hope to never relive. My excuse is that I hadn’t been out in so long that my body had become a lightweight but in my mind, I still needed the same amount of drinks. Ed came and woke us up at 2pm ready to take us to Nandos for a much-needed catch up. This then led to the lowest point in my life in which I chobbed in Nandos toilet. Ed was way too amused by my awful state but I guess that came back to bite him at Cara’s birthday night out…

With my chicken and creamy mash left untouched, we moved on to Costa which finally revived me. The rest of the day we spent on a mini road trip around fax in the panda, exploring beacon hill (nearly getting blown away) and blasting Bublé.


The next Monday Mum, Trin and I decided to have a gals day; shopping, food and beauty and the beast! Admittedly I went a tad overboard with the shopping, having not seen Primark for over 3 months. I bought all the summer clothes (not realising it was currently snowing back in Munich at the time) and even a new suitcase which was an absolutely vital purchase obviously. After shopping we headed to the cinema and stopped on the way to jump on the year-old hype and try Five Guys. I must say it’s not too shabby but defo not as good as Hans im Gluck. Next stop was beauty and the beast time and omg it was even better the second time around. If I could add emojis to this, know that I would put about 5 heart eyes here! Of course we had to get them Disney songs on BLAST the whole drive home and we discovered there no better feeling than to roll up next to a car with bass pumping out only to roll down the windows and hit them with ‘Under the Sea’.


The next Friday was my next night out, albeit an accidental one. I feel victim to the classic ‘few drinks in spoons’ routine which ended up with a night in Atik. The night was going well until some wannabe DJ decided to show his ‘mad skills’ which basically involved him completely stopping the music and turning off all the lights every other minute to ‘build tension’ and then playing 10 seconds of a good song. This DJ also randomly played some robotic voice shouting ‘Atik systems reboot, system check’ which is really not my favourite thing to dance to but I guess it would be exciting for the 16 year olds crammed in there on their first night out. Another great injustice in Atik that night was the appearance of some random gogo dancers and a guy playing neon lighted bongos. First of all, me and half the girls in fax would have got up on that stage and done a much better job than those girls for free!! The neon bongo drum man I respect, he was never on beat with the song playing but at least he looked like he was having a good time.


So Easter Sunday and naturally we were feeling spiritual and religious af in our household… We were on our way to Vicky’s house to see her new place and have a brew, cruising through the village when mum slams on the brakes and screams “get that egg!!”. I look around and there’s an Easter egg perched on a wall at the side of the road. I ran over and grabbed it and found that it was from a church just down the road. The note on the egg said take this egg and enjoy because jebus is alive or something- we gave it to Vicky as we would probably burn up if we had it.

Me and Trin with our found Easter egg

The next day was Easter Monday so we were all off again. The only thing left on my English food bucket list for this trip was fish and chips which I could get easily like 10 minutes from my door but no, if I’m gonna come 900 miles for fish and chips, I want proper seaside fish and chips. So, we had a road trip down to Llandudno, Wales for some seaside fun! By the time we got there, we were starving so we dived into the nearest greasy spoon caf and had our fish and chips with a brew. Afterwards we hit the arcades to live our Tipping Point dreams on the 2p machines and celebrated our eventual £2 loss with some hot fresh donuts to top off the day.

Baguleys in Llandudno

The following Wednesday I was ready for another night out and of course I had to hit Hudds while I was back. It ended up being Lewis, Cara (follow her blog, Ed, Ely and me. We met up in spoons which was hosting some random song-bingo thing (I have no idea) which we got waaay too into and didn’t even win. After our not-so-gracious defeat, we moved on to Tokes for some 90p drinks. The night was pretty much, getting down as many 90p drinks as we could before they got expensive again, meeting everyone from Crossleys and judging contoured girls wearing ridiculous dresses and drag queen quality heels (take that as a read if you will). The night ended, as it always should, with me cradling a box of 20 nuggets, stumbling down Ely’s road, whining about life.


So now for the re-telling of the best night out of the holiday… Cara’s birthday. The night began with me getting ready at Ely’s and walking him through my professional and very well thought out make up routine. My makeup was definitely improved by the mix of white wine, archers and lemonade I was drinking (all mixed together, how am I still alive?!). Luckily we made it to Cara’s in time for champagne for prinks and we ended up being the first into acca (not a proud achievement).
Once in acca I took full advantage of the 75p drinks, after living with 9 Euro vodka cokes in Munich and was just about gone by 10:30pm. At this point Ed lowkey died and was the most affectionate he’s ever been to me and basically anyone who got too close. After a few songs of literally propping Ed up on the dancefloor we started to go outside and gather the squad to move on to Atik. I left Ed hunched over, held up by a bollard and lost track of him until later when Ely told me that him and one of Cara’s friends had taken him back to Cara’s.

With my European buddy!

On the way to Atik I had the fab idea of taking my heels off but luckily Natalie saved me from catching a dodgy foot disease and started carrying me. All was going well until Lewis decided to tackle Natalie which slammed us both to the ground and caused me to hit my head on the pavement hard. Luckily the 4-6 archers and lemonade I’d had meant I felt almost nothing and sprung up instantly. Despite the question of if I had concussion or not, we carried on into Atik with Lewis begging forgiveness and offering drinks in return for my destroyed brain cells. We made it into Atik and I headed to Cara’s booth for that free bottle of vodka yaaas. Admittedly, this is where I’m fuzzy in my memory but I mainly remember dancing downstairs and ‘making friends with’ Americans. My next memory is a few hours later ‘saying goodbye’ to the Americans and then walking back home with Ely.

I woke up the next morning quite proud of the previous night’s events and the fact that I drank so much and didn’t seem to have a hangover. It was at this time that I discovered the effects of my fall which included bruises on my elbow, arm and my whole lower leg and a lump on my head which so far hasn’t caused any noticeable damage so I’m not gonna think about. I said goodbye to Ely until summer (OKTOBERFEST!!) and headed home to sleep for another 6 hours.

Sunday was my last full day so I rounded off my visit with a day with the family. This was the day I was most looking forward to as I would finally get to have my Auntie Carol’s famous Sunday roast. It was A M A Z I N G. Roast potatoes, Yorkshires, mash, cabbage, carrots, beef, pork and most importantly gravy! I really need to learn how to make Yorkshire puddings and gravy so I can show Mimi and the family the most heavenly food on this planet. My holiday was finally completed by a visit from Paige and Vicky in the evening, who I’m hopefully travelling with when I visit the fam in New Zealand for Christmas!

Phew! As you can tell from the 1600 words, Easter was a packed time but extremely fun and lovely to see everyone again. I’ve discovered I like being back in England for short burst but after a week or so I’m really ready to come ‘home’ back to Germany which is a nice feeling even if it does freak my mum out. I’ve been home about a month now and so far my possible concussion hasn’t caused any problems, that I’m aware of, so Lewis and Natalie can be glad they didn’t kill me! Shoutout to Ed and Cara who right now are on their way to Thailand for their Asian adventure until August. I’m sure they’ll have an amazing time and Cara should come back with some awesome blog stories (and hopefully some killer German skills); Ed should just come back alive please!











Munich to Fax to Munich again!

So I haven’t blogged in over a month… I’m no Goop but I guess I don’t have various minions to write my life up like Gwen does. This month has been jam packed with reunions, parties, shots, more shots…too many shots! Anyway I’ll try not to go too crazy and get all this in one blog!

The end of December meant the end of my time with my first host family which was bittersweet because I had such a good time with them but I really knew it was time for me to move on. I’ll definitely be visiting them again soon as I’ve forgotten to bring a stash of teabags and I can feel the withdrawal symptoms kicking in already.

I left for the airport with my bag literally stuffed to the point of bursting open with Christmas presents, its a wonder I made it through security with that; partly because of the military grade glow stick Erwin gave me for Teds present! I arrived back in Manchester to a massive hug from Vicky and an empty house; perfect.

Eventually I managed to convince Ted to leave his own personal heaven in the Barraclough/Wells household and join me back home in order to put up the Christmas decs. By this time the rest of the Baguley clan was still in NZ so it was left to me and Ted to Christmassify the house. Thankfully Apollo had also returned to help us with the festivities (big thanks to John, Collin and Rufus for looking after him!).

The rest of the fam was due back from NZ on the Friday night but they seemed to set off 2 whole days before so I had a weird few days of whatsapping Mum while she was in the sky, being waited on hand and foot, given unlimited food and complaining about it all the way! After 127 hours in the air the Baguley family were finally all in the same country and back together. Of course I received the usual bone-crushing hug from every member of the NZ crew and they all claimed cockily that they didn’t have jetlag… we’ll see.

Saturday meant Christmas Eve with our next door neighbours, probably my favourite part of Christmas. Its a cosy, chilled night in front of the fire eating, chatting, playing games, and more eating. We have a whole spread of food like homemade bread rolls, a whole ham (yaaaas) and just omg I could write a whole blog just on the food there tbh. At midnight we had to head home in time for Santa and because the ‘non jetlagged’ travellers were tired.

Christmas morning began promptly at 9am… for me. The rest of the fam finally managed to get up at 10 and Ted had to practically be dragged out of bed. I remember the days I’d be the one dragged out at 8am with Ted and Trin squealing at the living room door but I think I prefer this chilled Christmas. Trin took chilled Christmas a step further when she fell asleep while unwrapping a present (still not jetlagged of course). We spent Christmas day at John and Colins and enjoyed a fabulous Christmas dinner before heading to the Barraclough/Wells house so Ted could get some time in with his bae ;).

Soon it was time for mother to return to work after her 27267 day break. Unfortunately this was when her jet lag finally started to kick in so the lovey people at DSU would have to survive a few more days without their cackling, annual leave queen.

As for me I made my return to fax Thursday which many people tried to tel me ‘wasn’t a thing’ but for sure it was. I even enjoyed a short stint in Acca where I saw literally everyone from Crossleys which is always my fav part of going out in fax. Its a bit like having a big house party reunion but out in town. Of course I had to end the night with Ely which usually is a nice chilled end to the night apart from this time he decided to drop me on our way home as he carried me along his road. I wouldn’t mind but only a few weeks ago Erwin dropped me also carrying me home from the club so I’m starting to wonder if the men in my life have it out for me!

A few days later it was time to return back down the treacherous path to Ely’s house for nye! Probably one of the craziest new years I’ve had but definitely one of the best. Ely’s family got us playing some random, sometimes frustrating games which were just an excuse to get as many shots down us as possible. The night ended with Hamish passed out on a sofa and Ely dying in a bathroom, both obviously not affected by the special cookies they had earlier in the night. I gave in to my loved up drunken self and awkwardly facetimed Erwin speaking what I thought was fluent German which really turned out to be gibberish.

After nye I was ready for a few days of chilling out, being woken every morning by a cup of tea brought to my room at 11 with the suggestion that I should probably get up soon by Dad. However the idea of one last night out roused me from my bed and got me in the mood to drink too many shots and dance like a mad person. I have to admit Friday in fax was better than the last Thursday partly because the new upstairs of liquid was open and that 70s dancefloor gave me liiiife. I knew I was drunker than usual because we ended up in Dixy chicken at the end of the night and I threw down my apple pay for a load of peri chips for me Ely, Ham and whoever else was lucky enoough to catch my new generous drunken state. Safe to say I woke up not feeling too clever the next morning…

Sunday meant saying goodbye to the fam once again but also saying hello to my new host family! I’ve been with them 4 days now and I’ve settled in really well. I can already tell being with a German family is gonna be the best thing for me as I’m always around German and have plenty of people to practise with. My new language course couldn’t be better as well and I already feel like I’m improving and feeling more natural with my conversations. Overall I’m in such a good place and the only thing I need now is to see Erwin again as I haven’t seen him in 4 weeks!


Southampton Sesh: Part 2


After our total KO me and Ely ended up sleeping in until about 1:30 and honestly I would have slept for longer if Ethan hadn’t woken us up. I swear every time I sleep in the same room as Ely I sleep for way longer than normal its so weird. At this point I think Ely just has a carbon monoxide canister hidden somewhere in his room and now I guess he brought it down to uni!

After our ridiculously long lie in we needed to have brunch and get out of the house before starting prinking again. Being the girl he is, Ely too about 2 hours to get ready and by that time me and Ethan were starving and ready to murder Ely. One good thing to come out of this was that Ely shaved off his poor excuse for a beard (sorry dude but just no). We eventually made it out and to the handmade burger co which we lowkey chose because Ely’s friend works there and can get us a discount. Correction: can get Ethan a whole meal for free! Even so the burgers were amazing and there’s a pic on my insta if ya want to give it a cheeky like (idgaf self promoting).

Once we got home it was back to prinking and onto another round of ring of fire. Sufficiently buzzed and minimal getting ready effort made, we set off for Oceana. I have to say I think I still prefer Switch but Oceana’s disco room was LIFE. I don’t know why people are being such grinches about the new liquid because that disco dance floor was cool af in Oceanas and that ones not brand new like the liquid one. Anyway we stayed in the disco room for basically all of the night and danced through some absolute bangers and cringed through some Christmas songs. By about 2am my whole body was aching and I was ready to be done but I was slightly revived by some classic sandwich dancing with the boys much to the horror of Elys friend (burger gal). In the end we left just as the dance floor was getting to the end of the slippy stage and into the sticky stage which I was thankful for. We ubered home like royalty riding off my au pair money lol. To top a fab night off me and Ely even got a cheeky girly chat in before bed!


We woke up on Sunday morning at a vaguely normal time which was a minor miracle for us and I started an intense game of packing tetris trying to fi 24 packets of crisps and 4 boxes of mince pies into my case while Ely moaned about his bruised butt. In the end I had to sacrifice the Worcester sauce crisps and hoped for the best with the rest. We ended up ordering Dominos for brunch and quite embarrassingly got it delivered even though the shop is literally 1 minute down the road. But thats just the lazy student/au pair lifestyle I love.

Eventually we dragged ourselves to the airport and said our goodbyes, even though we’ll see each other in just 3 weeks. I managed the grand heist of smuggling my haul through security easily and even got through the scanner without being groped by a security guard which is a first for me. Once I was in the departure lounge I realised that Southampton airport is RIDICULOUSLY SMALL (ironic capitals get me). The smallest W H Smiths ever, no wifi and not even a Mc Ds!! I wasn’t particularly looking forward to another turbulent flight with my hangover and the dominos/killer cocktail mixture that was sloshing about in my stomach.

All in all it was a fab weekend and I definitely think I’ll be visiting Southampton again, mainly to try the ‘worst club in Britain’ Jesters. I can’t believe we’ll all be back together in Fax in just 3 weeks, crazy that I’ve been here for 3 months now. I’m slightly torn for Christmas because I can’t wait to see my friends and family and be back in England for a while but then I don’t want to leave my host family here and I know I’m gonna miss Erwin like crazy. After Christmas I’m starting my new job with a German family still here in Munich so that’s gonna be a scary but fun adventure. Anyway I’m finishing up now because I need to serve up tea for me and the kids. Lol its weird saying adult things like that now…

Southampton Sesh: Memes and Dreams

The opening weekend of the real German Christmas markets in Munich and where am I? Southampton of course! I’m here visiting my English bae Ely FINALLY and having another dip into the English uni lifestyle. I feel like this title is definitely up there with my best ones, mainly thanks to Ely’s flatmate Lewis for the sub-title Memes and Dreams (I can’t even begin to explain their love for memes). Sticking to what is apparently my new theme, this blog will be a 2-parter because well because this is my blog and I know you cba reading a 3000 word blog all in one go. Anyway onto the blog!


My flight to Southampton was at 20:40 so I had the whole day to chill and pack so obviously I had a lie in and then a nap later and forgot about my packing until the last minute. I left the house with requests from the kids to bring back as many mince pies as the UK border force would allow and set off for the airport. I usually fly with easyjet but I guess the south is too good for that so I had to fly with flybe. Another thing the south is apparently too good for is properly sized planes. It was like flying in a fiat panda which as you can guess, was terrifying. I’m weirdly a big fan of turbulence as it makes the ride a bit more interesting and scares everyone else into being quiet. However this flight was the bumpiest one I’ve ever been on so admittedly it wasn’t as funny after 2 hours of constant battering. Eventually I landed (barely) and made it to passport control where the woman obviously saw me (a dungaree-clad very tired looking 14 year old) as a threat to national security and proceeded to question me on what I was doing in the country. I thought it best not to say ‘for the sesh’ so I went for ‘visiting a friend’ and made it through her rigorous questioning unscathed.

I then had an emotional reunion with my bae of baes Costa before meeting up with Ely. Of course I’m joking I only had Euros on me so I had an emotional reunion with Ely and I’m pretty sure he broke one of ribs in the process. We bussed back to Elys hall which turned out to be quite nice compared to the others I’ve seen (sorry Lanc lot) and I met 2 of Elys roommates Ethan and Lewis who were the loveliest pair and made me feel like part of the squad from the start. His other roommates I said a quick hello to including Alice who ate a clementine with chopsticks and apparently haunts Ely while he sleeps (don’t ask). After this revelation I was done for the day and got into bed which I appreciated a lot more once I saw Elys sad excuse for a bed on the floor.


I was rudely awoken on Friday morning by Elys ridiculously loud Trump alarm (why Ely why) and after much shuffling and clattering around he left for his lecture. I eventually got up a few hours later and was greeted by a bacon sandwich from Elys roommate Ethan (missed u bacon). I had a few hours living the true lazy student life catching up on im a celeb (scarlett to win) and stealing Elys stash of biscuits then I headed up to the campus to meet him for lunch. We ended up eating in the uni canteen which wasn’t that bad tbh and I finally got some curly fries after 3 months cold turkey.

After that it was time to brave the Christmas markets which I judged mercilessly. The beer wasn’t up to German standards (obvs) but the market was cute enough and Ethan and Elys pure delight at their alcoholic hot chocolates made up for it. Of course the next thing I had to see on my trip to England was the inside of a Sainsburys. My master plan for this trip to England was to smuggle back as much British food as possible. I can get most stuff like tea bags, cheddar cheese and squash from my host family but the crisp selection in German supermarkets is abysmal so I needed to bring back a Walkers stash. I ended up buying a 24 pack of crisps and 4 boxes of mince pies; one for Sarah my au pair friend, one for Erwin to try and immediately dislike so I can eat the rest and 2 boxes fro my host family. My British stash ready and drinks bought, we headed home for prinks.

We got back at about 6 which seemed a good time to start prinking (spoiler alert: bad idea). Me and Ethan discovered the god of all drinks which was Disaronno mixed with super cheap Sainsbury’s own fruit juice. It went down waaaay too easy and confirmed mine and Sarahs theory that you cant ever put too much Disaronno in a mixed drink. We had a few rounds of ring of fire to get us going, in which one of the group died after drinking half a pint of vodka in one go and I drunkenly admitted more than I should have to Ethan who I had known barely 24 hours… A good prinking sesh all in all.

After much deliberation we decided to go to Switch, mainly because there was some weird male stripping show on at Oceana and Ethan wasn’t ready to face his sexuality that night… lol. We had a brisk, drunken walk to the club with some of Elys flatmates and some people I don’t remember. During the walk Ely decided it would be a good idea to vault over a row of bollards which I was all for… until he did it backwards. Safe to say he was nearly impaled and was sore for the next few days. We made it to club, some of us in a better state than others, and danced basically for the whole night. Think I’ve said it so many times in these blogs but I miss English clubbing so much. Just the dancing and the music and the fact that everyone gets so into it. The music was so good in the club even for a Friday night and honestly it was a just treat to not have to listen to Euro-trash for one night. To top the night of I was carried home between Ely and Ethan (big shoutout to both of you for putting up with me) and we picked up a gross but amazing at the time takeaway. Once we made it home me and Ely were so tired we fell asleep straight away and couldn’t even manage our usual girly chat.

Part 2 with Saturday and Sunday will be up in the next few days or whenever I remember. Both my host parents are away this week so I’m with the kids all week this week…joy. I’ve also got to force a mince pie down Erwin and have a catch up with Sarah over a alcoholic hot chocolate.



Weekend in England: Part 2

Back to part 2… I feel like I should do a ‘previously on’ but you can literally just scroll down and read the last one so nahh. I enjoy writing this blog so much its just I’m having a rambling conversation with myself about my own life and then I publish it online. I’ve seen some other blogs recently and honestly its like reading the Goop of Halifax… not a glamorous title. Best Places to Eat in Halifax: hunched over a 20 box of nuggets in the bus station, some cold leftover chicken and chips in Dixies because you have 6p to your name. I’m sticking with my misadventures around Munich any day.


I was rudely forced from my bed too early on Saturday morning for my roadtrip to Liverpool passport office with mother. We got there 15 minutes early, mum with kindle in hand, expecting to be waiting ages and to have a classic slow and frustrating bureaucratic visit. Of course Mum was stopped at the pathetic ‘security’ gate and the scrap of chewing gum packet she had dared to leave in her pocket was seized. Once inside my appointment was called almost immediately and in disbelief I was quickly sorted out and told to pick my new passport up in 4 hours.

We wandered down the road in search of a place for breakfast and were graced by the sight of a Costa (yaaas). I ordered my usual caramel late (gotta keep my basic white girl cred up) and we settled down to decide what to do next. We finally decided on the maritime museum mainly because it was free but lowkey gotta love a good Titanic exhibit ;). 4 hours, 3 museums and a light lunch later we returned to the passport office where I was handed my fancy shiny new passport and sent on my way. Now was time to head for Lancaster!

The journey to Liverpool had been suspiciously easy and now the drive to Lancaster was the same. We should really have been grateful but its so weird to actually get somewhere on time in this country! Once I left Lancaster I left my maternal Laura and transferred over to my gal Laura. I had a fab tour through the campus and Laura’s rooms and I’ve got to say uni accommodation is way nicer than I expected. Well I thought that until we went round to James’… As usual James was lowkey a mess but highkey living. We prinked in James kitchen with some of his flatmates which was super fun but made me realise that I’m more affected by wine than I think I am.

Once sufficiently inebriated we made our way to Sugar, the local student club. I’ve discovered on my travels that clubs are called gross/ridiculous names in almost every country; I met Erwin in a place called Milchbar for Gods sake. Sugar was actually really good and tbh it was just so good to be back with English club dancing. The Germans just don’t understand bopping and gun fingers. I did manage to drunk message my poor boyf while in the club mainly just awkward ‘Ich liebe dich’s with some lovely Genglish scattered in which would make Mrs Howarth turn in her grave. Luckily he was just amused by this and told me we need to work on my sentence structure.


I awoke Sunday morning experiencing the bed spins to the max and feeling basically hungover af. This is mainly because I’ve literally only had beer and tequila on nights out for the last few months so downing a bottle of wine and returning to my arch nemesis jäger was a recipe for disaster. Laura, being the true vegan she is, suggested I had a bacon sandwich to recover, the thought of which just made me queasier. Eventually we managed to drag ourselves to the train station and I boarded my train home. I napped on and off between stops and made it to Manchester Victoria chob free #achievement. Of course my next train was 10 minutes late and when it arrived, looked like a tin can on wheels with some seats duct taped on. Even so my journey was improved significantly by the promise of a cooked breakfast waiting for me at home.

Once home I was greeted by a glorious cooked breakfast which I destroyed, not before taking a picture of it and sending to Erwin. He seemed to approve but was extremely confused by the concept of beans and tomato for breakfast. He cant really say anything tho Germans literally have cold salami, cheese and bread for their breakfast #grim.

After a short and useless nap I was out again, this time to visit my grandparents in their caravan (they’re not gypsies I promise). I had already completed most of my English bucket list of food but fish and chips was last on my list and the promise of a pub dinner made my dream a reality. I told Erwin I was going out for tea which caused much confusion as he thought I was going out just to drink tea. I said no but explained that that is also a thing we do and he just laughed and said that was ‘crazy but adorable’ which is how he reacts to most of the English things I tell him. We ended the night by watching possible the worst organised firework display I’ve ever witnessed. It would be really good for about 5 minutes but with vast breaks in between so you never really knew if it was over or not until someone dragged another load of rockets out of the pub. We enjoyed anyway and polished off some cheese and crackers in the caravan (English to the max).


Monday was my last day and I spent the morning just chilling around the house with my mum which was the perfect end because thats what I really miss the most about home. I said goodbye to Apollo, took a quick selfie with Brian the bearded dragon to show the kids and left home once again. Of course me and Mum cackled all the way to the airport and luckily didn’t hit much traffic. At the airport we said goodbye even though we know we’ll be chatting away on whatsapp within the hour. My flight was quite chill and I savoured my last Boots meal deal while listening in on a German family’s conversation.

It’s good to be ‘home’ now here in Munich and I do call it home even if its not home home. I’ve had my first beer since I’ve been back and I’m going to pop to the bakery after this to complete my re-immersion into German culture.

Weekend in England: Part 1

Cant believe I haven’t blogged for over 3 weeks now. I can assure I’ve actually been doing things these past few weeks, I don’t just hovel up in my room and watch Netflix (maybe a tad bit…). I’ve been out with my au pair friends and actually met someone here but it didn’t really feel right to blog about it. I apologise to everyone who I’ve talked and talked at about my new relationship but if I’m not gonna blog about it then I need to gush about it somehow!

Anyway back to the point, I had a short trip back to England this weekend partly to stuff my face with all the food I can’t get here and partly to see everyone here and have a catch-up. One thing I have noticed is that I automatically speak German now in certain situations. Basically with anyone in the service industry like bus drivers, waiters etc. Usually its just throwing in a few ‘Danke’s and a ‘Servus’ but my worst was launching into a full torrent of German at a Halifax bus driver who just continued his blank stare at me until I realised my mistake and repeated in English. Side note: England wtf £3 to go 8 miles to fax?!


After a chill flight (even though I paid £8 for a bloody meal deal #brexit), I was greeted by a bone-crushing 2 minute long hug from my mum and a short grunt from Ted. Even after spending every car journey with Erwin complaining about being on the ‘wrong’ side of the road I still freaked out all the way home… its a good thing I can’t drive. When I got home Pete being the cooking king he is had made a fab curry which was on my English bucket list of food for the weekend. I settled in front of the TV, cup of tea in one hand and the other on Apollo and enjoyed some English TV (one of the only things I’ll admit is better than Germany).


I didn’t see much of Friday morning in the end as I really needed to make the most of my bed before the weekend was up. My bed in Munich is comfy enough and I can still manage a good 14 hours of sleeping and lying in but obviously nothing can beat your own bed! I eventually got up and dragged my half-asleep, raggedy self to get my new passport pictures done… really didn’t think that one through. Friday afternoon now and it was time to brave the Halifax transport system. My bus was only 8 minutes late in the end and cost the same about and took the same amount of time that it was to get all the way to the airport in Munich… Fun! On my way through town I was assaulted by the sight of the Liquid sign crudely replaced by ‘Atik’, grim. I’ll admit now that I was pronouncing Atik like Ateek but really you’d think that something basically called attic would be on the top floor?! Unfortunately I didn’t make it to Atik but I’m sure the 17 year old of Halifax are loving making £4 a week on guestlists and drinking VKs till they puke.

The point of my trip to Halifax was to have a catch-up with Ed over a Nandos (cheekiness debatable). Eds being a real adult now with his new supervisor position and going out on work dos which makes me kinda proud but kinda sad because we’re all getting too old now with jobs and uni and everything. After a suitably childish Nandos we decided to redeem ourselves with a visit to the Victorian craft beer cafe. I started off feeling guilty for betraying my beloved Radler but as soon as I tasted that mango cider I forgot all about steins and beerhalls. Once we had documented the trip on Insta and gathered a healthy amount of likes it was time to head home. Thankfully Ed gave me a lift home so I avoided another bus journey and got a ride in the Panda lol.

I’m gonna pause this blog here and I’ll post the rest of the weekend in a few days (boost them views ;)). One thing I’ll finish on is that this weekend has made me realise that even if we all move away and start new chapters of our lives I can still be sure that my friends will still be there for a chat and a catch-up. We are all changing and meeting new people but its good to know that we are still there for each other and hopefully we will be for many years to come. I mean we’ve all been through enough together already from criminal acts #ripvendegate to just making it through A-Levels in general!