I don't know about you, but I've never been much of a morning person.I used to envy those who could spring out of bed with tumbling perfect locks, dive into work or go on a brisk morning walk, before then taking on the day full steam ahead.Whereas my morning's would involve dragged-through-a-hedge-hair (seriously, I'm not sure what on earth went on during the night to result in such tangles, with hair sticking up at all ends), bad breath and a grouchy, grumpy mood which I couldn't shake until I'd had at least twelve cups of tea.

When I told my friends and family that David and I were going camping on the West Coast of America for 7 days - with strangers - the reception I got was confusion and laughter.You see I’m not typically renowned within my close circle as being neither spontaneous nor adventurous.And the trip was only a week away, having been booked one week prior.

Friends and family will know what a cynical person I am.I tend to write things off before I've even tried them, which is probably testament to both my cynicism and my stubbornness.And so it was for the above reasons that I decided around the age of 18, that I just wasn't a 'yoga' person.I'm highly strung, my mind is constantly whirring with ideas and I have a phobia of toe socks.

Your first school disco.That embarrassing time your mum dressed you up as a giant strawberry - nope, just me then??Your first very wobbly steps.Chances are, if you're around my sort of age (24, FYI) you'll have each of those moments encapsulated in photo form and stuffed in an album filled with equally as cute, but cringe worthy memories.

With Valentine's Day on the horizon, LOVE is most definitely in the air.And whether you'll be celebrating February 14th with your other half or your best friend (#Galentines), there's no better time than this to plan the ultimate date night.Or even a date weekend. There's no need to scrimp

Famed for it's abundance of water parks, theme parks and world-class attractions, Orlando is a destination synonymous with family fun.I can recall my first ever trip to the city, aged 18, filled with excitement and a six-year-old sister in tow. It was positioned as the 'holiday of a lifetime' and it certainly lived up to that.

Two years ago, I was the biggest cheese addict known to mankind.In fact, I don’t think my friends would have batted an eyelid if I’d announced I was changing my middle name to “Cheese.”I lived, ate, and in fact, I'm pretty sure on one occasion I practically inhaled it.So imagine my huge shock and disappointment when I was told I was severely intolerant to it...

Us girls are pretty good at talking about most things. I know me and my girlfriends bare no bones when it comes to chatting about relationships, break-ups, work-place disputes and general celebrity gossip.We do like a good chin-wag, let's face it.But there's some things that for some reason, we just don't talk about.Whether it's because we're embarrassed, or we feel we'll be judged, or that it's just not commonplace.I know from personal experience, these topics are subjects that I used to feel very conscious about mentioning, for fear of how the other person would react.