Get on and Shine with Holly Honeychurch

I’ve always had a sweet tooth.

Sweet little catto. She lived outside on her own for so many years that even now, settled in a loving home, she can’t help but go out into the wildest of weathers (today there were gale force winds and driving rain) to sit under the flowers and take it all in.

Growing up with furry friends.

Drops of mist on tiny clovers growing through cracks on the ground. I wish I were a fairy drinking droplets of sparkle glittering and rolling around.

I bought this giant pink octopus for Rosie when she was a wee pup. She still loves it just as much eight years on. I enjoy its quacks.

I was going to relive a childhood obsession tonight with a bag of candy floss. Turns out the pink colouring is flavored strawberry now so tastes very different from the delicious caramelised sweet memories of my youth. I threw it away. I’ll find perfect candy floss again one day.

Donuts (no photo, ate them too fast), Dodgems and the bright lights of Torquay.

Mum’s magical garden.

Drunk on pollen.

Strange experience this morning. I was dancing, my mum hobbled in. She was hunched over and breathless. The juxtaposition of us both shocked me. It was emotional.

It reminded me about keeping on dancing and looking after my body. Through diet and exercise. A strong lesson.

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 😃