On the temptation of the might Apple

Liz is in the Apple store where everything is super shiny & she is very, very tempted to make an impulsive purchase...

On having simple British charm

Liz loves being in a place where her accent's regarded as 'cute'. If only it got the same reaction back home...

On the joys of predictive text

Liz is giggling that in spelling 'wetherspoons' via predictive text she had to spell it 'wet', 'her', 'spoons'. (It's been a long day!)

On acting upon important decisions...

Liz loves the rush of adrenaline after posting something rather important and oh so slightly scary.

On the inability to eat small fruit #2

Liz is wondering what the grapes have got against her that they try so hard to kill her? You get a lot less sympathy for choking on a grape for the second time in 2 days.

On familial accomplishments

Liz is, like her grandfather, incredibly proud that there is now a tattoo artist in the family.

On the inability to eat small fruit #1

Liz nearly choked to death on a grape. An amusing epitaph but not an amusing experience.

On giving in to peer pressure

Liz is finally submitting to the 'get Liz to drive' campaign. Step 1: handover £50 (!!) to DVLA for new provisional license is now complete.

On creative excuses for skipping the gym

Liz thinks unshaved legs was a reasonable excuse for skipping the gym this evening.

On post-gym smugness

Liz: the price of my gym membership - extortionate; the smug feeling of being at the office early having swum 30 lengths - priceless.

On resurrecting 19th century words

Liz and Katie are single-handedly bringing back "swoon". Some words need to brought into the 21st century.

On being a hopeless singleton

Liz has suddenly started talking to herself in Bridget Jones-esque clichés. "Note to self: this is neither clever, funny or attractive".

On being pragmatic at momentous sporting moments missed

Liz was - of course - on the tube when England reclaimed the Ashes. However, missing a glorious victory is hugely preferable to witnessing a crushing defeat.

On God's ability to intervene in the Ashes

Liz reckons it's in God's best interests to ensure the test match gets wrapped up before church tonight.

On the joys of low-fat Ben & Jerry's

Liz is gazing into the depths of a tub of low-fat phish food and may be gone for some time.

On post Sister Act elation

Liz would very much like to become a singing nun with a sparkly habit - as long as she didn't have to make any of those pesky vows.

On terrifying bedroom situations

Liz is in the middle of a dire arachnid situation. It's huge (actually huge - I'm usually good at getting rid of them), possibly tropical and right above my bed. Trying to decide how to proceed...

On the flimsiness of flat-pack furniture

Liz just suffered a major wardrobe malfunction. (Furniture not clothing.)

On good smelling food in confined spaces

Liz thinks the person carrying take-away pizza home on the tube should have had more consideration for their fellow (hungry) passengers. They could at least have shared a bit after making the carriage smell so good!

On counting chickens on the way to the station

Liz should've known better than to think to herself "wow, I'm earlier than I thought", because of course, that was the moment she discovered a police cordon blocking the rest of the route to the station.