I think we’re all excited to be able to go back to the restaurants, and all of us are dreading the possibility of the second lockdown… But for now, we can enjoy the gifts of hospitality industry, and today I’d like to shine the light on an amazing Caribbean restaurant right in the heart of Oxford: Turtle BayContinue reading “Turtle Bay – the hidden gem of Oxford”
Yesterday was exactly a month since everything has changed.
On Friday the 13th of March was my first ‘working from home’ day until further notice.
We went on a lockdown ahead of the government’s advice. We started to abide the rules a couple of days before Boris put them down in writing. Better safe than sorry.
Our isolation crew is perfect: Ben & I, our housemate and her boyfriend, who also happens to be our closest friend. Enough of us to bounce off each other, and luckily, the apartment size allows the four of us live in harmony
(most of the times)
It’s been a month of adjustment, and a month of reflection. We’re probably looking at another month before some restrictions are lifted, but the country is a very long time away from things going back to normal, that is, if they ever do.
First week was easy.
We even got together with the girls to film our thoughts on Corona:
There was this initial excitement of not having to go to the office, and the creative ideas of staying in touch were flowing right, left and centre.
The week when everyone downloaded Houseparty app and had their first virtual drinks.
That was the week when we’ve run out of the toilet roll and pasta, but kids were still going to school, and the pubs were open.
That was the week of over-ambitious planning – I’m sure you’ve had one too? We’ll get to that in a minute, I promise.
Second week was determined.
By that point it’s been more than 10 days since I’ve been to the gym. This is when it finally hit me: all of my plans, my progress, PB’s are simply not going to happen. I’ve written out myself a fitness plan, to ensure I maintain some sort of routine… And so far I certainly have.
The key highlight was the egg hunt – well ahead of Easter. Supermarkets have run out of eggs, but the local suppliers were there to make our household happy.
Second highlight was Tiger King. Carole fucking Baskin. As a result, I am now cross-stitching a tiger.
We would generally only leave the house to get essentials, or for one exercise a day.
We didn’t go out on that Friday before the hospitality industry went into hibernation. We still drank a lot, just at home.
All the following weeks became a blur…
I’m not going to lie, I was taken aback when I looked at the calendar and realised that it’s been a whole month.
I dyed my hair pink, I’ve done TikTok challenges…. This is what a month without the gym and pubs does to a girl! (Who am I kidding I’d do them anyway ha)
[Add me on TikTok: polina.rocks]
Key highlight is that we now have weekly pub quiz with the friends we normally wouldn’t see that often, and this feels truly special. I’m sure many of you are in the same boat – don’t take it for granted, cherish it!
Our Penthouse household goes on regular bike rides. We keep our distance. From other people.
We celebrated Easter in tradition.
We had good quality nights out, whilst staying in.
But not everything was so lovely-jubbly
Of course, I want to reflect and remember the good things. Of course, I feel blessed and grateful every day about my circumstances. But I’ve recently realised the importance of voicing concerns and sharing difficulties: I’m not the only one who is going through this!
There’s been times when it felt tough.
First of all, the job. I know how lucky I am to have the job that is more in demand in times like these. I work in retail data analysis – what shoppers buy in supermarkets, specifically in alcohol. Consumer behaviour is changing every week, so we need to report faster and answer a lot more questions. There are a lot more time pressures than normal, and things are a lot slower, because everyone is trying to use the internet and connect to the VPN. This is teaching me patience through so many opportunities of having to collect myself…
There’s been a couple of very late nights, which ultimately leads me to another tough self-check on my over-ambitious plans.
Because we’re at home, we get more time to do home stuff, right?! I can paint the wall, wash the carpets [insert your personal OCD]… WRONG. I’m not gaining the time I lose on the commute over the speed of the internet. And there is more work.
But what about all of those plans? All the videos I wanted to make? All of the arts/crafts/cleaning/shopping/etc.etc.etc. I was planning on doing? Boom, there it is, the guilt or a super-planner and a control freak. So in time of isolation (or so I realised now), it’s more than important to allow things go.
Marie Kondo approach:
Would doing it bring me more joy? Will not doing it really make the world stop?!
Still learning, hey.
The toughest challenge is the lack of human contact
I thrive through social contact. I love throwing parties, I talk a lot, I work in a busy office and my jobs requires me to travel around the country and present to and train different audiences. I am a people person. My husband and housemates are amazing, but I need more people. Virtual just doesn’t do it for me.
The other day I was dropping some groceries off to a friend and we had a chat in the front garden for about five minutes (with all the distancing!). I WAS BUZZING. My housemate noted that I’m a true extrovert, because having a chat with friends really turned my mood around!
I miss people. I miss hugs. I miss pubs. The atmosphere. Ahhh, you have no idea how demanding I will become now of our group pictures.
I miss my bestie 😦
One more month.
This month will be very eventful, this month will be absolutely brilliant.
Because I want it to be.
Lots of love,
I’ve been meaning to share my story for a while, but I didn’t have the strength… I was too embarrassed to talk about it, I didn’t want to victimise myself, or simply just not give an extra thought to this dreadful part of my life… And as a result I’ve been finding excuses not to post it. I’ve recently opened up to some of my friends and it’s been such a relief for me personally – mostly because they now understand what I’ve been and am going through.
So I’m sharing it here, hoping to raise a little bit more awareness about the condition that I’m stuck with: Endometriosis.
What is Endometriosis?
It’s a very painful, sometimes debilitating condition, when tissue similar to that found lining the womb is found elsewhere in the body, usually around ovaries. When it breaks down and bleeds, as it would in the womb during a period, it causes inflammation and pain.
It is believed that up to 10% of women live with the condition, with some left infertile as a result.
Here are a couple of guides that would explain the condition better than I ever could:
What’s my story?
I wrote about my surgery a couple of years ago, but a lot of things have changed since!
Ok, here we go.
You’ve all heard about period pains. Most girls who aren’t on hormonal birth control feel discomfort during their period and the level of pain can completely vary.
I was on birth control before, but I wasn’t happy with it, so in late 2015 I went completely hormone free. By the end of 2016 I was in great deal of pain – every month – to the point that I would have to call in sick at work. Don’t even get me started on how embarrassing I felt trying to explain this to my male boss, who has never even shown any sympathy. I went through the bureaucracy of NHS, being sent from GP to hospital nurse, back to GP, back to the hospital, until I finally managed to get an appointment with the gynaecologist, five months later; five very painful periods later.
The doctor suspected endometriosis, however they could only confirm the diagnosis via surgery. Which they did. And they cleared it out, put me on strong hormonal treatment to avoid re-growth and off I went to recover from the surgery.
The physical pain stopped completely, but my mental health started to deteriorate. By summer ’18, just over a year after the surgery I started to feel depressed and for the first time in my life I discovered what paranoia was.
Usually, it would be quite difficult to offend me. Usually, I wouldn’t blink an eye if the person I don’t care about said something negative about me. Usually, I would trust my closest friends. But being pumped with the hormones changed everything. I became a different person: insecure, paranoid and deeply unhappy. I normally would be able to hold myself together in public, but if I had a couple of drinks, all these fears and insecurities that I’ve been guarding would explode over whoever is next to me.
I went to the GP, who advised against stopping the treatment and referred me to therapy, but it didn’t help at all, things were just getting worse. I’ve managed to alienate a lot of people around me and broke off a number of friendships. Christmas 2018 was the most difficult ever, and I didn’t even celebrate by 27th birthday (and I am ALWAYS up for throwing parties). I was miserable and emotional, even watching X factor would immediately put me in tears. Yeah, gross, I know.
So then in March ’19 I’ve decided enough is enough. My mental health is more important than treating endometriosis, and whilst it is likely to have an effect on my fertility, I needed to get back to ‘me’. Become myself again. Have a clear head and finally be in control of my emotions. As the GP would practically refuse to stop my treatment, I went to a sex clinic – and then I was free.
It took a good couple of weeks for the hormones to wear off, but I could already feel the difference. I slept better, as I no longer had nightmares, my communication skills improved and I started to feel truly happy again. And that would have been the perfecte ending to the mental health nightmare of nearly two years… but the physical pain is back.
So for now, I’ll have to live with the pain of this condition, and keep going for scans, and maybe have more surgeries in the future.
But it’s not the end of the world, and it’s surely not the worst condition to live with, I just wish more people knew about it (and didn’t equal it to a typical period pain), so there would be less stigma and embarrassment to talk about it. Please share this and help to spread awareness!
How do I handle it?
Ha! If you want an honest answer, you should probably talk to my husband 😛
On a more serious note, here are a couple of things that help me manage the beast:
Telling people what’s up
I can’t stress how important it is to not be alone in this! Most of my friends are now aware, and they are a lot more understanding of the bad week of the month. I’ve also shared this with my colleagues, who are great support on the days I can’t physically make it to work.
Know what’s your relief
There isn’t a cure, and there isn’t a specific medicine for Endometriosis. There are a lot of different treatment plans, so the best thing to figure out what works for your. I’ve got strong painkillers and hot-water bottles, comfy pyjamas and everything I need to improve my comfort on the dark days. When they come, I’m prepared and ready, so it’s easier to bear!
Focus on the positives
It could be worse. It’s manageable. And in my case, I have a clear head, stronger mental health and I’m finally in a happy place.
Lots of love,
I was the luckiest birthday girl this year. Twenty Eight. It seems the closer I get to thirty, the less scary it gets.
At this age – late twenties (we can still say that we were in our twenties in the ’20s) – we get the best of both: we’re full of energy and still eager to learn, whilst already having quite a lot of professional and life experience under our belts. We already have our stories of accomplishments and successes and a fair share of heartbreak and many tough lessons learnt.
So I was happy to turn 28. Logistically, however, my birth-day turned into birthday-week. See, the big day fell on a Sunday this year around, and it would have made sense to celebrate on Saturday night, so my birthday starts right there at midnight… But it also would end right the next day!
And I wasn’t having that, not this year! Plus tier one friend of mine was away with work, so I’ve decided to celebrate the following weekend.
But as if this was up to me! My lovely Issy and Sarah decided to throw me a surprise the day before my birthday – Ben got me out of the house, and when I got back, the lounge was full of decorations and confetti (which – mind you – 2 weeks later is still all over the house despite hoovering it up every other day!
As I’m writing this, the balloons are still everywhere… I’m too busy nowadays to take them off (that’s my excuse, ha)
My 28th birthday was also a special one: it cemented the cupcake face mask tradition.
The cupcake face mask is from now on inevitable in January and May.
We then popped out for some drinks at Port Mahon and Half Moon where the I played the piano. I’m sure it was a poor attempt, but after all that wine I was on top of the world!
Btw, this is Benji. If you’re not following on instagram yet, you totally should 🙂
The next day, slightly hangover, I was awoken by my husband to my new presents that I’ve wanted for a very long time! It got a new FitBit – I need to be able to try my fitness better – I can’t thank amazing family enough! The second present from my dear husband was a big surprise – we got amazon dot – I now have Alexa next to my bed! For year Ben refused to get Alexa – because they do listen. But from my perspective, we’re not important or interesting enough to be listened to as individuals! Plus – I have nothings to hide… Anyhow, now I can play Taylor Swift without having to even move a finger. What a lucky girl I am, huh?
For Sunday lunch we went to our wedding venue – The Crazy Bear – with my in-laws. As always, beautifully cooked food, seamless service, and live jazz. In the room where we dined for the first time as a husband and wife.
And then it was Monday, and the working week started. We checked out The Oxford Factory with my team for my birthday lunch, and it was great – so much so we returned the following week with the wider team. Anyhow, the week was exhausting. Work is very busy nowadays, and for two days I was in Glasgow.
But the celebration day arrived – Saturday week later – and it was absolutely lovely, and for sure very memorable!
We started at the Cartoon Bar at the Randolph Hotel, followed up by the meal at Acanthus restaurant. We’ve enjoyed our dinner and were about to go, as it started to… rain??? Yes, someone left the bath running in the hotel room above and our table happened to be right underneath the leak!
Imagine that? :O
The final stop, for the final celebrations, of course, was The Oxford Retreat. I can’t thank the staff, but most importantly my amazing husband and friends for celebrating with me getting older yet again and making it so very special.
Thank you all.
I’m writing this, so that I can come back to it at any moment when I feel sad or anxious. I’m just so lucky to be surrounded by all these amazing people.
Lots of love,
First time I came across The Handle Bar cafe was when my friend Krista took me there for a brunch. I must admit, until that moment, I wasn’t even aware of its existence, but what a great find it was! I immediately loved the atmosphere, and my brunch was absolutely outstanding. I’ve been there a couple more times, but always for lunch or a cuppa; to be perfectly honest I didn’t even realise that they do dinner service!Continue reading “The Handle Bar Oxford – Meal for 2 for £21”
This summer has been great – so great that I’d like to reflect and put these memories in one place.
I’ve been lucky: my summer started early with a trip to Puglia and Love Saves The Day festival in Bristol in May, which I’ve already told you all about. Now let’s get to the 11 best moments of the Magnificent Summer ’19 😍 Continue reading “The Magnificent Summer ’19”
The other day I was tidying up drafts on this blog, along the notes across my phones and notebooks, and I’ve realised how much I’ve chosen to keep private; how I wasn’t ready to share so many thoughts and opinions with you.
Don’t forget here, we’re talking about me. For someone who isn’t afraid to be opinionated and unfiltered, the quantity of thoughts, hypothesises and notes that I wouldn’t dare to publish was astonishing. The reason they forever stayed as drafts is simple – Continue reading “Drafts & Notes: Keep your opinion to yourself.”
I am forever on a hunt for a bargain – especially when it comes to meals out, as more often than not you end up spending your weekly supermarket budget on just one meal in a restaurant.
Living in Oxford, which is considered the most unaffordable city in the UK, it can be quite tricky to both manage your finances, whilst enjoying eating out.
Rejoice, fellow Oxfordians, especially the residents of East Oxford, as I have discovered an amazing deal for a delicious dinner in one of the best pubs within the area: The Supper Hour at The Magdalen Arms.
If you go out for drinks in Oxford, you have probably had a tipple at The Oxford Wine Cafe, or at least know someone who had.
But did you know that the cafe can not only give you hangovers (I mean, the wine is so good you just can’t help yourself!), but also cure them?! Continue reading “New brunch menu you HAVE to try”