The Fresh Prince

So England has it’s next Monarch – the one after the one after the one after this one that is. Like the rest of the country I kept up to date with the lack of updates yesterday (yes, she’s still in labour… still in hospital) and then watched BBC news’ lack of updates after the birth announcement (yep, it’s a boy… there’s the easel…. here’s the front of the hospital). But what’s it going to be called??

Baby Name Cloud

I hope they pick Kong

Ah but I do love a bit of Royal Family pomp, and how the Brits fully embrace any and every reason to celebrate the successes of the Royal Family. We arrived in the UK two weeks before the Royal Wedding, and I was 100% converted to a Middleton fan. Heck, I even have a mug.

Watching it at Hyde Park

As an Aussie, living in England during the last few years has been pretty exciting with everything that’s happened: The Royal Wedding, Olympics, Jubilee, and now the Royal Birth. It’s all one massive kaleidoscope of pride, patriotism, and good will here, and it’s ace to see it.


The English love their country and their identity. It’s similar everywhere – Australia has Anzac and Australia Days, and patriotism in the U.S. needs no introduction – but when an English person writes “God save the Queen” on their Facebook status, or when shelves are stocked with “Best of British” produce, somehow it’s not met with the same cynicism as it would elsewhere. The Royal family provide an identity for all this patriotism. And sometimes it’s fun to jump on the bandwagon.


I can’t imagine anyone writing “God Save KRudd. Julia Gillard. KRudd” on Facebook. Perhaps because it’s too hard to keep up to date with it all.

Anyway, welcome to the world Baby Cambridge. Now hurry up and bring out your merchandise range so I can add to my mug collection and get the special edition of Hello magazine.

Yesterday I spent a while foam roller-ing my left leg and stretching in the hope I can nip this IT band thing in the bud. If pain is anything to go by then I’m on track for a full recovery. 😉 Today I’ll do more of the same, and tomorrow I *may* attempt a run with my running club. Exciting running reading, hey?! Thank goodness for the Royal Birth to distract us all….

Ellie B

** My friend is undertaking a 4 day super challenge in support of the Children’s Heart Unit in Freeman’s Hospital, Newcastle. He is on day 3: a 35 mile run, after completing 2 days of cycling totalling at 140 miles, plus a one mile swim, in the Lake District yesterday and the day before. If you are interested, you can learn more about it here! **

What I’m Loving Friday – 7/6/2013

Goooooood afternoon!

Today was a great day to venture out of the office have tea and sandwiches with a friend in my favourite cafe in Durham: Flat White. This is the one place you can get a decent coffee in England (ok, maybe the North East. England is quite big).

Last night I went to my pole class at Tempest Dance, and assisted with the classes before hand. It’s awesome to see some of the beginners start to understand their bodies and what they’re capable of. Strength develops quickly, but flexibility takes some time so we always focus on some serious leg stretches in our cool down to help this. This also helps my tight calves and hamstrings from all the running (thumbs up for cross training)!

And without further ado, here’s what I’ve been loving this week!

  • Mugs. Choosing what mug I have my afternoon coffee in is one of my delights (simple things). It’s a careful selection based on my mood and aspirations at the time. Here are favourite mugs which are always in the running: recently I’ve been favouring my Royal Wedding mug to support Kate during the last month of her pregnancy. I’m sure she’ll be in touch to say thanks, not that I expect it – just a diamond-studded crown will do.
The wine glass is there as it's my fave wine glass. I'm never not the mood to be the world's best 30 year old.

The wine glass is there as it’s my fave wine glass. I’m never not the mood to be simply best 30 year old.

  • Bruno Mars. Fast becoming my favourite boy-man singer, and this song has a Summer vibe which I’m loving. Gilly P and I were chatting about the mixed tape phenomenon which is no more thanks to digital music. Remember when you used to help your friends through a rough patch, like a parental divorce, by putting your soul into a cathartic mixed tape of the saddest songs ever? Or bare your soul to your sweetheart by sending them a mixed tape predominantly made up of songs from the Romeo & Juliet soundtrack? What do kids to today? Send a sympathy Instagrammed “selfie” via Facebook?
This is my "I'm very concerned for you, but I can't help but look sultry" face.

This is my “I’m very concerned for you, but I can’t help but look sultry” face.

You’re my Number 1 **pout**











  • My bag that’s a Dog. For me, Summer means one combination in particular: cute dresses and my dog-bag. We’re not allowed dogs because we rent, and also because “one day we might move back to Australia” (both boring arguments), so I have to content myself with my dog-bag. She has a name: Saffy. it’s a rip-off of my step-mother’s dog Sassi in Sydney. Saffy doesn’t bark, I don’t need to clean up after her, and she’s very considerate to hold my phone and cash. It’s not *quite* the same as Sassi, but until I have persuaded my husband, and my own logic, that we should get a dog, Saffy will do.


Saffy was so happy at lunch time today.

Saffy was so happy at lunch time today.










  • Local Running Clubs. Today I received an email from our Club Secretary about  a 3 week course designed to improve running form, which I’m really excited about. Apart from encouraging you to exercise and introducing you to like-minded people, running clubs are a great way to learn about such courses and improve your form. I love the camaraderie that comes with being in a club, and seeing a familiar face as you’re battling through a race. Most clubs cater for all levels, but can definitely point you in the right direction if they don’t. UK people can find their local club here.
  • Mr & Mrs Carter. Beyonce headlined a charity gig in London last weekend called Chime for Change to promote women’s education. It was such a worthy cause, and one I support wholeheartedly, but I’m not ashamed to admit that I was VERY excited to see what Beyonce had to show for herself (FYI – I wasn’t there… I was watching from my couch). She wasn’t much for the audience chat, but made up for it when her hubby came out to rap during “Crazy In Love”. Many people don’t get the Carter fascination, so for those of you out there, here it is: they got the cool, they got the swagger, they got the $$, they got the rhythm. Got it?

Mr & Mrs Carter just rapping together. This is why they’re cool. I photographed this from the TV. This is why I’m not.

Now I’m off to run up and down some hills, as per my promise earlier on this week. What a fool I was for actually posting a training plan.

Happy Friday!