Personally, I can't stand traditional red wine. No matter how expensive the bottle or what brand, it just tastes like rancid juice to me. I grew up watching my mother enjoy a glass of red after work, typically a merlot, and she seemed to savor every sip as if she were drinking the nectar of the gods. I imagined that I too would grow to love the taste, but I'm now in my twenties and it still hasn't happened; I'm not holding my breath that it will either.
I think there's something about a city's architecture that speaks volumes about its character. When you think of New York, for instance, what image comes to mind first? The Empire State Building? The Statue of Liberty? Or perhaps you immediately envision the Manhattan skyline in all of its glass glory. The point is, a city's architecture is an intrinsic part of its identity.
I saw a pretty interesting documentary recently. I can’t remember what the title was, but it was about aquatic life, and it was presented by David Attenborough. I also couldn't keep my eyes off the screen. The scenes that stuck with me the most were that of a starfish licking its entire arms clean of food (nobody can tell me not to lick my fingers anymore) and the seals refusing to make space on the ice for a desperate mother—and then subsequently all falling into the sea. Talk about everybody losing.
If I'm being honest, I'm not really into fitness. I don't think I've ever set foot in a gym in my life (the school gym doesn't count!), and if I have then it certainly wasn't to exercise. I did book a martial arts class fairly recently, but tighter restrictions on gatherings as well as another national lockdown soon put an end to my fancies of working up a sweat in public.
Little Mowcliff was where dreams went to die. At least according to Lola Nesser, who had lived in the fishing village for all her eighteen years. Lola opened her bedroom window and surveyed her town with a look of distaste on her face. She was tired of the perpetually grey sky, the omnipresent rain, and the pervading stench of fish. But most of all, she was sick of its sheer ugliness.
I'll admit that I'm quite fussy when it comes to what I put on my skin. I probably pay more attention to the ingredients in my skincare than I do to the ingredients in my food, which is kind of alarming now that I think about it. However, it does explain why it takes me ages to decide whether I'll take the plunge and buy a new skincare product. I don't like silicones and I can't stand strongly scented products, so already my options are somewhat limited since skincare brands in general seem to have a love affair with adding parfum to anything and everything they can think of - but I digress.