Get on and Shine with Holly Honeychurch

I’m gonna dance until the day I die.

The little Queen sleeps (after waking me up at 4am sounding like a minature lion, asking to go outside).

One of my first jobs was serving Mr Whippy’s from a kiosk by the sea. I did my first one in twenty years tonight - I think I’ve still got the magic (there was more of a point on top but some cheeky monkey ate it before the photo got taken).

Babbacombe, Devon. I’m coming for that sea and those pure water droplets on my skin. This week. I will go in.

What a cute pupper. Rosie is her name. Food is her game. She used to look like a podgy caterpillar until she went on a diet. It’s going well I’m pleased to say.

And this pixie too.

Oh my goodness. I get to hang out with this little ball of joy all week. 🥰

Mum: Are you awake?
Me: (completely comatosed under the covers, dreaming of red lasers coming out my arms and zapping an alligator to smitherines with them) No

Lots of red bricks.

London St Pancras.

I went to a shiny London wedding full of fun and laughter and kids with balloons running riot around the ceremony. 🎈

Skateboard Central.

It went so high!

What fun. There were no safety warning signs when I was a kid 😃

The Millenium Bridge. Southbank. Friday night. The vibe was pumped full of music. Thousands of people were out celebrating the beginning of the weekend. Happy faces, delicious smells. An exciting place to be.

London calling.

A catto who doesn’t let anything stop her. She’s nicknamed Peggy. 😊

Such a handsome boy. I could just dive into those eyes. 😻

I’m in a rustic, French style cafe called Tartine in Tooting, London. The air is relaxed and calm. Soft jazz piano plays in the background while the busy, hot street beyond carries on it’s daily grind. I’ve indulged in a white chocolate mille feuille and cappuccino. Life is good.

No catto can resist the purple ribbon of power.

Meet Bagheera.

So weird. Shopping in a church.