It’s not the first time I’ve written about brunch and it certainly won’t be the last, but today I feel a very serious matter is at hand: what is, in fact, the best brunch food around?

It’s the combination of just how beautiful they are, combined with the fact that I bought them purely for myself, for no reason, that reminds me how much happier life is when you pause for a moment to smell the roses

Every time I wanted to do a dopamine-inducing activity, I would do just that activity. No treat, reward, secondary dopamine-spiking activity to go alongside. 

‘What’s in your carry-on, madam?’ the security guard asked me at Luton airport on Friday morning, inquiring as to the contents of my handbag.

Imagine my surprise when I found myself in that same mopey mood my 15-year-old self experienced during those elongated school holidays when I’d moan loudly, ‘Mum, I’m booooooored.’

Growing up, I envisaged this period of my life to be full of the kind of laid-back, youthful fun that was presented by shows such as Sex And The City and Friends.

Three months ago, a strange sensation took over. I felt like going for a run.

With the Black Friday sales starting and then the debut of the Christmas season, I’ve found myself thinking about my shopping habits, writes Ava Siena Cohen.

It got me thinking, what are the best presents I’ve ever received? I, like many of my friends, are tired of getting the same Body Shop gift sets or ugly jewellery we’d never wear. So what to buy, then?

It’s a city that is mine because it’s where I learnt how to be confident in myself. Mine because it taught me my second language, my language of love, of passion, of beauty, of romance.

I have a thing about fireworks. I can remember, down to the second, where it came from.

What if, instead of our standard Pilates With The Girlies, we instead embarked upon a research project: Pilates With The Boys?

Bored of my own enthusiasm for what is, in my book, the most important meal of the day, I decided to expand my horizons and ask my nearest and dearest: why do you love brunch?

An autumnal, wintery, festive bucket list.

Spend a weekend in rainy Dublin.

I decided to embark on a culinary journey into which I had not yet forayed.

What is it about nature, then, that is so appealing? I find myself asking this question to no one in particular from a bench in Hyde Park on a bitingly cold September morning.

A selection of photographs from a week in Rhodes, Greece.

But they looked at me with such understanding, such agreement, such connection.

Desperately craving some vitamin D, good (read: strong) coffee and a plethora of croissants, I booked myself a three-day solo trip to the south of France.