My Recipe For The Perfect Weekend

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Weekends: the two days of the week that make our worlds go round.

OK, so for me they’re not that big of a deal. I could have my weekends on a Monday and Tuesday if I wanted, heck I could take a three day weekend every week if I sort of wanted. But I like weekends because it’s the time when I don’t have to be on my own. I get to see Chris for more than just stir frys and GBBO. I get to see friends, family, to get out of the house for more than just coffees and swimming sessions, it’s the highlight of my week just as much as it is anyone’s, because everyone’s just in suck a fucking great mood.

As you might have spied the other week on Instagram, me and Chris spent the night in Cambridge. OK, so he took Friday off work and we did have a three day weekend. So step one for the perfect weekend is to book that pesky Friday off. Like what, why is that even a working day?

Citroen very kindly loaned us their C4 Cactus model to drive the 50 miles up to Cambridge for the night (which, just FYI, I’ve only been to once and it was to visit my best friend at dance college and we spent the whole weekend shopping and eating pizza because obviously). They said I didn’t have to write about the car in this post, but I want to, because that’s the second thing (after booking the Friday off) that made this weekend so damn perfect.

I’ve only ever driven tiny cars. My Fiat 500, the Corsa my grandad bought me when I was 17 and the Clio I drove for a bit when I was an estate agent – all tiny, all small, all designed *probably* with female drivers in mind, and the Cactus isn’t tiny. It’s big, and it terrified me and pushed me seriously out of my comfort zone.

AND IT HAD ONE OF THOSE SCREENS WITH A BUILT IN SAT NAV, woah.

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There’s something stupidly exhilirating about doing something you find frightening. I knew I was safe, I knew I could drive – I’ve been doing it for 8 years, I know the rules of the road – but it still made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It filled my veins with the good kind of adrenaline.

And on the dual carriage way it felt so smooth and safe and effortless – not like my Fiat 500, which sometimes sounds, despite being brand new, a bit like it just wants me to take my damn foot off the accelerator and slink back into the left hand lane pottering alone at 50mph. It’s like CHILL OUT HANNAH, BE SLOW AND SENSIBLE AND SAFE AND LIKE AN OLD WOMAN WHO CAN’T SEE. The C4 Cactus was more like a suave, handsome gentleman, and I liked it. I liked it alot. So much so that I got home and admitted that maybe when our lease runs out on the Fiat we should upsize.

So yeah, maybe my next car will be some giant soccer mom car from the States that looks as big as a whale. Maybe. (Probably not).

Anyway, so yeah, we stayed in Cambridge on Friday night in a hotel called The Varsity. It was located right in the centre of the city which was great for pretending to explore the university and college buildings and drinking coffee.

The hotel also had a spa with views over the river, and at one point we were the only people in the jacuzzi just watching the river drift on by and it felt so perfect and chilled and yeah all that. Before we actually headed onto the spa I realised I’d forgotten my bikini (as well as my concealer, MAC brow pencil and camera battery -FFS, HANNAH) so I was all like ‘yeah, I’ll go to M&S and buy a sleek swimming costume’. I cried in M&S buying said sleek swimming costume. Like, why are changing room lights so harrowing? And why are my thighs dimply? Anyone? HELP ME?

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Aside from having breakdowns in changing rooms and sitting in jacuzzis, we ate burgers and macaroni cheese in Byron, drank raspberry cider and cocktails in random bars, oh and I read the first half of The Opposite Of Loneliness and tried not to cry/stay in bed the rest of the trip.

So yeah, a night away in a hotel always makes for a great weekend, but it was the things we did when we got home that really cemented it as my perfect weekend.

I just had this warm, fuzzy feeling constantly in my belly from Friday to Sunday.

I attempted to make a rainbow birthday cake. Can confirm that Sainsbury’s food colouring is not good enough, you *will* need to order the specialist food colouring gels off the internet, this is not a lie.

We watched a MH370 documentary on the sofa, I painted my nails, we had the back doors open because HELLO SPRING, I did my make-up really bloody well, I PUT ON A KIMONO and we had Chris’s family round.

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We ate pizza, we drank Prosecco, we played Cards Against Humanity and ALL the beer pong. We laughed. We took a selfie stick picture.

And then I spent Sunday basically in a half-concious state on the sofa drinking about three litres of water, watching 16 and Pregnant and ordering Domino’s.

Someone commented on my blog recently (HIYA TO WHOEVER IT WAS) and said that the answer to happiness is variety. And that was this weekend, it was variety. All the variety.

I did something that scared me, I explored somewhere new, I had pamper relaxing time, I had one-on-one time with Chris, I baked, I watched GOOD TV, I ate shit loads, I saw some of my favourite people, I played games, I napped and I stepped back from work for a bit. I didn’t put one blog post up the entire weekend and it was nice. It was nice to forget about blogging, forget I was a blogger if just for a few days.

So yeah, I’m using this dreamy little weekend as an example for the rest of the year on how to live happy, on how to make the most of my weekends, on how to make myself feel like the best, sparkliest damn version of myself.

Oh, and just FYI you can win a two-day test drive with Citroen here.

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