International share a secret day

‘I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them’ – Childish Gambino

Did you know that yesterday was National ‘share a secret’ day? I mean, why would you? It’s stupid. But it did make me think that since the above quote is literally the mantra for my blog that it would be fun to spill some of my secrets, or at least some fun facts you may not know about me. In among all the recent restaurant reviews and sponsored posts I felt it’s been a while since I did a personal, self-indulgent post that fan of Honestly Helen have come to know and love so much. Getting a few things off my chest might be cathartic and you never know, you might learn something?

When we moved back to England I had a slight transatlantic accent as a result of going to international schools all my life. I was all ‘candy store’ and ‘sidewalk’ for a few weeks before I got that bullied out of me and taught how to speak proper like

Which leads me on nicely to the fact that I tend to fall back into it when I’m A bit tipsy or angry (worse if I’m both!) I’m likely to start throwing terms around like ‘babygirl’ ‘homeboy’ and ‘fall back, player’. You’d think I was raised in the Bronx in the 1980’s rather than a middle class army base. Thankfully, this cringeworthy trait is usually reserved only for drunken nights at home with Dave.

When I was 19 Ang and I went on holiday together and I sat on the beach and told her my life plan. I was going to be married by 26, and have 2 kids by the time I was 30. Neither of which happened. She still mocks me to this day of how sure of myself I was, even then.

I still sing the alphabet in my head to get to the right letter. I’m ok up until about L but it usually falls apart around the N, O , P , Q section. Don’t get me started on where W and Y come.

I hate cooking, and am rubbish at generally looking after myself unless I have someone to keep me on the straight and narrow. Dave once described my eating habits as ‘an unsupervised child at a birthday party’ and considering I once ate an Easter Egg for tea when he was away, it’s pretty accurate.

Coffee over tea, cats over dogs, summer over winter, sweet over salted, TV over films, fruit over veg, McDonalds over BK, pool over beach, Instagram over Twitter, WhatsApp over Text, bath over shower, Backstreet over Nsync

I hate the thumbs up emoji as a response to anything, I think it’s patronising and passive/aggressive. Also, if I text you simply ‘lol’ or ‘ok’ I’m probably not laughing and it’s probably not ok.

I truly believe from the pit of my soul, from the deepest darkest depths of my heart, that How I Met Your Mother is better than Friends.

I also truly believe that the idea of beauty sleep is a myth. I can sleep for 14 hours and still look like I’ve been dug up.

I don’t have one modest bone in my body. I would very happily be the centre of everybody I know’s universe and their first thought when they wake up. The the fact that I’m not upsets me greatly.

Although it’s not very PC i’m not anti cosmetic surgery in the slightest. If you can afford it and it makes you feel better about yourself then go to town. Personally, if I could afford it, i would start with botox in my toes and I wouldn’t stop until I got to my hairline. But then I do have extremely wrinkly toes

There are only two occasions that I wear matching underwear; on my wedding day and to a Backstreet Boys concert (because, you never know!) needless to say I’ve been to more BSB concerts that I have had wedding days but you never know when one may lead to the other…

Well that feels a lot better! What little secrets have you been hiding that you want to get off your chest?