This is like something from a horror movie. Half the world is on lockdown due to a virus we know nothing about rapidly spreading and infecting. Before the UK hit lockdown you couldn’t walk 50 yards without hearing a mention of Coronavirus. Three weeks later and I’m stuck in the house with my parents who’s main topics of conversation consist of “Fun facts about the coronavirus”, “The latest celeb to have the coronavirus” and “What are we going to do with these three crates of tomatoes Emily brought home from work after they shutdown due to Coronavirus”.

For anyone wondering, I made a giant pot of tomato soup, I’ve had grilled tomatoes everyday for breakfast and I’m about to make my own ketchup. My life has truly peaked at the age of 23.

My days now consist of wandering around the house lamenting over the anxiety that I may gain the 3 stone I lost, googling sourdough recipes and occasionally attempting to study for my degree whom I’ve neglected due to my job. My hair hasn’t seen a curler in days, I can’t remember what makeup felt like and I’ve lowered myself to wearing leggings and bootie slippers every day of the week. I imagined the apocalypse being somewhat more exciting and borderline stylish than this.

Nonetheless; quarantine has reignited my culinary side. It’s also reminded me just how long this dry spell has been. Have you ever really considered how many sexual connotations baking has? Needing dough is bordering on erotic and I won’t even begin on washing the rolling pin. I’ve read tweets about people complaining about being locked in their houses with tinder dates or their partners but they really don’t understand how lucky they have it. The only thing capable of giving me intimate affection in this house is silicone, six inches long and hidden firmly away in my cupboard because my mother is now with me 24/7!

I never imagined I’d start this blog in the middle of a global pandemic, I’ve had it set up for months but never found the right time to get around to it. Apparently a worldwide crisis does wonders for writers block. I originally planned for this blog to be about the absolute car crash that is my dating life. Like Bridget Jones except young, modern and utterly useless. Now I’m thinking of making it more lifestyle base so I can moan about a wider spectrum of topics while also throwing in a few useful recipes.

I’m a domestic goddess, a writer and a resting bitch face rolled into one.