My New Obsession- Old English Company

If you know me well you probably know I have a pretty severe sometimes scary obsession with stationery! I love stationery- I love how it looks, I love the way it feels the first time you use it and most of all I love shopping for it! However, unfortunately I can’t buy all the stationery in the world (although I am trying slowly but surely) and I usually just end up staring at pretty pictures of it on Instagram or Pinterest which is how I found Old English Company!

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They’re a fun and super cute site with literally the most adorable stationery! They were established in London but are now located in Stamford. They have these amazing things with the best little messages and honestly I’m so obsessed with them right now!

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Plus, to celebrate the new additions to their enamel pin collection they’re having this amazing giveaway competition where literally all you have to do is email them your favorite enamel pin design from our entire range at I’ve already entered and this was my favorite:

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Just thought I would share this with you guys because if there’s one thing I love more than stationery it’s free stationery!

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If you want to creepily stare at their Instagram pictures like I do and admire the stationery you can find them here.

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I tried to find some in English for my followers that don’t understand German!

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The Blogger Tag

I really want to thank thegirlwithanaccent for this tag! If you like posts about makeup, travel, food and books please do check out her blog if you haven’t already!!

Question 1: How tall are you?


Question 2: Do you have a hidden talent? 

I know how to knit if that counts…

Question 3: What’s your biggest blog-related pet peeve? 

Trolls who leave horrible comments for no reason.

Question 4: What’s your biggest non-blog related pet peeve?

Know-it-alls. We need to remember that in this insanely vast universe we know extremely little.

Question 5: What’s your favourite song?

Imagine by John Lennon

Question 6: What is your favourite social media website?

Ummm don’t really have one…

Question 7: What is your favourite way to spend free time when you’re alone? 

Reading while drinking some warm tea.

Question 8: What is your favourite junk food?

Anything fried- especially if it’s made of potatoes!

Question 9: Do you have a pet/pets? If so, what kind and what are their names? 

They are cats and are called Roger and Cleo.


Question 10: What is your number one favourite non-fiction and fiction book?

My favorite non-fiction book is The Cold War by Martin Walker

And my favorite fiction book is On The Road by Jack Kerouac

Question 11: What is your favourite beauty product/tool?

My beauty blender of course!

Question 12: When were you last embarrassed? What happened?

Seriously I get embarrassed so often I can’t even remember anymore!

Question 13: If you could only drink one beverage (besides water) for the rest of your life, what would it be? 

Mimosa’s… 😅

Question 14: What is your favourite movie? 

Star Wars: A New Hope

Question 15: What was your favourite lesson in school and why?

Honestly, I can’t choose just one so my favorites were History, Psychology and English. History because I have always been passionate about History and I love learning it, English because it gave me a chance to write and explore in depth the work of other writers and Psychology because it has taught me so much about life and why we are the way we are.

Question 16: If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live?


Question 17: PC or Mac?


Question 18: Last romantic gesture from a crush, date boy/girlfriend, spouse?

Hahaha… I wish 😅 Unfortunately I’m a forever alone person!

Question 19: Favourite celebrity?

Ellen DeGeneres and Seth MacFarlane (I can’t choose!)

Question 20: What blogger do you secretly want to be friends with?

Hahaha any of the bloggers I follow! They all seem so awesome!

Question 21: Who is your biggest inspiration?

My friends and family!

Question 22: What is your favourite blog to read? 

There are so many!! Here’s just a few of them:

Question 23: What is your favourite high street shop?

Haha I’m not a high street shop kind of gal… 😂

Question 24: Are you in education or do you work?

I’m still studying.

Question 25: What is one thing you are proud of?

This blog and everything I’ve written on it!

My Nominees Are:





And anyone else who wants to do this is more than welcome to!

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The Caged Bird

Bewegen sich!” I yell. Move. They’re all huddled together, crying and sniffling like goats before they are butchered. We only have one job to do today- kill the Jews. KILL THE JEWS. As always our Swastikas are proudly pinned to the arms of our S.S uniforms. “Make a line! Quick!” I snap at them. An old lady whispers something about a child and I guess she’s pleading for mercy. They always do. They always plead and beg like pathetic parasites instead of fighting. That’s why they’re treated as inferior beings, that’s why it’s so easy for us to put a bullet through their heads.

“You!” says the Commander pointing at me. “Ja?” I ask. “Check the building, these fickers will do whatever they can to escape! They need to be exterminated!” he shouts dramatically. “We’ll take care of the ones here,” he grins. I nod and move towards the entrance of the building followed by two soldiers. We burst into every single room killing all the hidden Jews and shooting the dead ones again to make sure they are dead.

I’ve done this so often it feels more like a tedious routine than massacre. Little children sometimes cling to the dead bodies of their parents but it doesn’t matter because soon they too will join their parents. Bodies lie on top of each other, their eyes bulging, their mouths slightly open with blood pouring out. A young girl lies there in a pool of her own blood, a shocked expression frozen on her face. She was holding something I realize bending to pick it up. It is a worn out, blood stained, black and white picture of her with some people I assume are her parents. She had been smiling at the camera. She will never smile again.

“We have an escapee!” shouts a soldier as someone runs past us. “I’ll get him,” I reply. There’s usually an escapee- someone who thinks they can outrun the fate of their race and religion. “STOP! STOP!” I chase him grabbing his coat, pulling him to the floor. “DO NOT MOVE!” I yell pointing my gun at him. I hear soft sobs and then the wail of an infant. I turn the Jew around only to realize it is a woman cradling a new born baby in her arms. Her face is covered in blood and tears and her dress is ripped but I could have recognized her from anywhere.

“Marie…” I breathe, numbed by the surprise. All the memories come flooding back and I blink rapidly trying to push back tears. It all seems so fresh again- the pain, the anguish. The hushed goodbyes, the last time I held her in my arms, the last time I gazed into her beautiful brown eyes stroking back a loose strand of hair.

The love of my life stands before me pleading for mercy with another man’s baby in her arms.

Kiss me, I had continuously begged her. Let’s just kiss once. She had finally given in at eighteen. That had been the first night we had spent together wrapped in each other’s arms. I love you I had softly whispered to her as she closed her exhausted eyes. The next morning we heard that President Hindenburg had died leaving Hitler and the Nazis in charge.

“What are you doing here? You promised you would leave this godforsaken country!” I whisper. My father had lied to me, I now realize.

I still remember the horror on my parents’ faces when I told them I loved a Jewish girl. “No,” was all my father whispered, the blood draining from his face. It wasn’t long before he was doing everything in his power to separate us. My parents wouldn’t let her into our house, calling the Jews filthy, greedy pigs. As the segregation of Jews increased it got harder for us to be together. Eventually it got so bad for them that I knew I had to help them even if it meant helping them escape Germany- meaning I may never see Marie again. I had no other choice but to ask my father who gladly agreed to help smuggle her family into Switzerland. He called a friend in the S.S who would soon become my Commander to talk to him about how to get them out of Germany. Of course there was a catch to it- I had to join the S.S army. I bluntly refused, pointing out I wanted nothing to do with the Nazis whatsoever but he insisted that this was the only way he would agree to ‘help the bloody Jews’. The Jews were being hunted every day and Marie and her family were in danger. I knew I had to sell my soul to the Nazis to keep them safe. I would have to kill poor, innocent Jews every day for the rest of my life. It was a heavy price to pay for her safety and it still hurt every time I pulled my trigger.

The night before they left I had held her in my arms, her heart beating against mine. We had whispered our hopes and dreams promising each other that this wouldn’t be the last time we were together. I watched her sleep, reminiscing about the past. We had been inseparable since the age of four. We had spent every waking moment together. At twelve I had already been head over heels for Marie, especially since my parents so obviously disapproved of her. In my youth I had loved rebelling against my controlling parents and that is why I had chased after Marie but as we grew older our love grew with us and I knew it wasn’t just rebellion anymore, I loved her.

After she left, there had always been a void in my heart that my wife could never fill no matter how hard my mother tried to convince her that I was only going through a phase. Marie was the only woman I loved and nothing would change that. That is probably why my marriage had failed and why I now came home to an empty house every night and drowned my sorrows in alcohol until I blacked out. I had no power, freedom or choice. I had been a puppet for my parents and now I was a puppet for the Nazi’s and could do nothing about it.

“Please Markus, the baby’s my sister’s, we have no family left, please let us go,” she begged, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her sister was dead? Her whole family had been slaughtered like the rest, I realized. Her sister Amelia, had always been a sweet, innocent little girl, she would only be sixteen now.

Before I can help her we hear footsteps. “What are you waiting for, Mark?” questions Steven, one of the soldiers walking towards us. “Wait? You going to screw her first?” he asks giving me a toothy smile. “Can we get in on the action?” he continues, grinning.

Her eyes widen in fear as she looks at me hoping for some ray of hope and humanity. Steven begins walking towards her, his hands almost touching her. The thought of him even near her made the bile rise to my mouth. “Get away from her,” I whisper menacingly. “Look if you want to go first I got no problem with that,” Steve mutters putting his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I just want a taste,” he continues licking his thick, ugly lips.

We hear more footsteps and turn to see who it is. “We were wondering what was taking you so long,” mutters the Commander leering at Marie. He is joined by a few other soldiers who also seem to be staring at her. “Unfortunately we’re out of time, boys,” he adds his eyes still lingering on her. “Take care of her and the brat in her hands, Mark,” he orders, looking me straight in the eye. I know he is testing me and there is nothing I can do about it. He enjoys watching me squirm. My palms are cold and sweaty, my legs feel weak and my heart is beating out of my chest. The Commander looks at me, frowning.

“I told you to kill them, Markus!” yells the Commander, so loudly that some of the soldiers flinch. “Kill the ficken Jews!” he screams, the nerve on his forehead protruding. I can do absolutely nothing but stand there surrounded by surprised soldiers who have no idea what is going on. “Is this her, Markus? The Jewish SCHLAMPE you ruined your marriage for?” the Commander sneers. I look at Marie who keeps her head down, silently sobbing. “Kill her, Markus and prove to us that you’re not the ‘Jew Lover’ your father claims you are,” he continues. “Prove your loyalty now or face the consequences,” he threatens. The baby in Marie’s arms begins to wail again. I look from my Commander, a Nazi who would show us no mercy if I dared to disobey him, to Marie, the Jewish woman I love. Even if I tried to fire at any of the soldiers or the Commander I wouldn’t be able to do much good, it would be me against about ten men. If I got lucky and killed a few the rest would still take me down and they would definitely kill Marie and the baby. On the other hand I could never harm Marie, the love of my life. I take a deep breath and look into Marie’s sweet, pleading eyes just as I had done all those years ago.


So this was one of the pieces I wrote for my A levels English coursework a few months ago and I wanted to share it with you guys and find out what you thought of it! Please do let know in the comments what you think of it!!

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Book Review: The Kite Runner

*Warning: Contains Spoilers*

“And that’s the thing about who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.”

The Kite Runner is Khaled Hosseini’s first book which was published in 2003. This book is why I went on to read A Thousand Splendid Suns and did a review for it that you can read here. I originally read this book quite a while back and remember being totally engrossed. I read it again as part of my English class for school and I loved it just as much as I had the first time I read it. This book is as emotionally gripping as all of Hosseini’s books are. It is a story about love, life, betrayal and redemption. It also talks about the war in Afghanistan and how much damage it did to the country and how it turned the lives of the people there upside down.

It revolves around the life of a young boy, Amir, and his best friend Hassan. Hassan is the son of a worker at Amir’s house but the two grew up together and are as close as brothers. One thing they are exceptionally good at is the art of kite flying and Amir decides that they must win the annual kite flying contest that year because he thought it would win him the love of his cold, distant father. Although they do end up winning the contest there is a heavy price they pay for it leaving their friendship in turmoil.

Soon Amir and his father are forced to flee Afghanistan due to the war and they end up living in America. Unlike in Afghanistan where they were very well off and lead a comfortable life, in America they have to start afresh working minimum wage jobs. Even though Amir and Hassan are separated and live on two different continents Amir is always haunted by his past. No matter how preoccupied he is he cannot stop thinking about Hassan.

Eventually, Amir decides to become a writer as writing had always been his passion since he was a young child. He meets a girl he falls in love with and marries and even though he is happy he still continues to live in the shadows of his betrayal. His father unfortunately dies soon after the wedding.

Fifteen years his marriage he gets a call from a friend of his father, Rahim Khan, who is still in Afghanistan. He and Rahim were very close when he was a child and Rahim was the only one who had encouraged him to pursue his dreams of being a writer. Amir decides to go back only to find things about his past that will all lead to a battle between good and evil and an opportunity for Amir to redeem himself. This may be the last chance he has to finally let go of the past, to correct the wrong that has haunted him all these years. It won’t be easy but Amir knows it is finally time to face his demons.

Another great aspect of this book, apart from its raw emotions and powerful characters, is the description. Hosseini, just like in his other books has done a great job describing the life of the people in Afghanistan before, during and after the war. It shows how much devastation was caused to this once beautiful and peaceful country. It describes their struggles in a different way than we are used to seeing.

The end is very moving and I was really emotional at the end. It can be interpreted differently but in my opinion it leaves us with some hope that things may get better- not anytime soon but maybe someday in the future.

“For you a thousand times over”

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