Prince’s Trust: Day 30 (Thursday 11th May 2017)

Hey everybody,

Just like I warned, Karma came knocking in footnote form. I’ve spent an entire morning correcting bad footnotes from high ranking academics. No-one likes footnoting but equally no-one likes bad footnoting either. I can’t talk though, footnotes and I are a bad match, even when I was at uni.

I’m keeping busy with copyediting and also researching into the audio software in time for tomorrow’s podcast. Still not telling you exactly what I’m doing, but maybe tomorrow I’ll give you a cheeky nudge about the organisation Ash is in charge of.

I met Lianne, she works with Ash too. She’s asked me to do this database for her and send it back to her by the end of next week. Again, I can’t tell you because it’s highly confidential and let’s face it I’d be for the high jump. No-one wants to see that!

I love a challenge and am happy to get stuck in – besides which, I’ve been told there’s no rush for the database.

Towards the end of today, Ash, Andre and myself sat down and discussed the programme and how to use the software for the podcasts tomorrow. The last time I used it, I was still at school (around about a decade ago… brrr – sorry, that was a shiver going down my spine). My knowledge of how to use it is quite foggy (it’s like training a muscle, the more you use it, the easier and the quicker it is to pick-up). It’s still a work in progress but we managed it between the three of us – just about.

After the day was over, I stayed behind to do yesterday’s blog and to have dinner with the local community. Of course, me trying to upload a blog post amongst distractions, it never actually came to fruition.

All in all, a good productive day.

Speak soon,




P.S. Note to self: Must take more breaks.

Prince’s Trust: Day 22 – Day 25 (Thursday 27th April 2017 – Wednesday 3rd May 2017)

Hey everybody!

I’m back – apologies for being away! I was slaving over my artwork and now it’s finally finished (or at least as finished as it can be given the time constraints) I can finally talk to you about it.

First of all, I must say how proud I am of the group for what we have achieved in these past two weeks. None of us are professional artsy-painters although some are better than others, we’ve created artwork we can be proud of. Those who turn up at the door asking for help will be accepted and welcomed here and we helped to provide that. It was a challenge and test of our skills, our patience, and determination but we smashed it (figuratively of course, it’s a common British phrase).

On a personal note, whilst some of you might decry “But Lexi, don’t put yourself down, you’re creative and artsy too!” Honestly, I’m better with the written word than paint. 

This couldn’t have been finished on time without the help of some of team at the last push. I want to take the time to thank them. It was greatly appreciated. You know what they say, ‘Team work makes the dream work!’ Never has it been more true with Team 125.

The last time I made anything remotely artistic on this scale, was in Year Nine (aged 13) when I made a wooden sculpture from lopped off branches off the trees in the garden and other scraps of wood destined to be incinerated. At the time of finishing it, I was accused of cheating but refused to pay the accusations any attention. Luckily, I didn’t have that problem this time around. Just like then as I am now, it made me feel full of pride. Having tried something new, it reinforced the desire in me to create irrespective of what form it came in.

We still have the sculpture ‘Woody’ (I know, genuis name or what – you can thank my Dad for that one). He sits on the balcony and keeps look-out – when his head, arms and legs don’t keep falling off due to the rot!

I’m not a painter and not a good one at that either, but I’m up for the challenge and I’ll always try my best to do a good job. It’s pretty much how the rest of the group have approached the project too. This has made the process personally, both exciting and infuriating in equal measure. It’s been a work in progress because most of the time I had no idea what I was doing – I guess you could say it was well worth the jubilation and torment. This is why I have waited until it was finished to show you what I’ve done. It’s not my best and it’s not my worst, but nor was I expecting to produce something so abstract looking. It’s not how I pictured it in my head, I’m not sure I have the talent to have pulled what I had in my head off. It’s rather quirky. It works. Sort of.

As you can see I’m not a half-arsed woman and when it comes to being on a level playing field, I have to work twice as hard as everybody else. I’ve been so dedicated to the task I spent the entire day today (Wednesday 3rd May 2017) working and not stopping for a break nor lunch. Not only did I lose energy but almost forgot my marbles when I lost track of what day it was (I thought it was Thursday – trust me, don’t ask).

In terms of the picture, it is what it says it is. A snapshot. A recreated photo using paints and personal artistic interpretation.

Why did I choose the place? Well, it fits in nicely with trying new things and visiting new places. On the other side of the abstract wall, is a phenomenal restaurant (predominantly fish restaurant) serving fresh fish from the sea which is a stones throw away from where the original photo was shot. I tried octopus carpaccio here, and half expected it to be rubbery but it was de-lish and I’m glad it was my first experience of it. I’d go again just to relive it. I went to Dubrovnik Old Town on holiday with Mum and Dad, the last family holiday I took with them. It’s a place and a holiday that will remind me of ice creams, exploring as the three little ducks (inside joke), amazing food, great company and a lobster tan that made me itch and could only be soothed with coconut oil. 

As for the quote? 

Over the years, Mum has always been in our corner motivating and encouraging us (Dad too, but Mum in a more emotionally vocal capacity) so asking for help from her with the quote made sense to me. Sorry it took me so long to ask for your help, Mum. She is fiercely protective of both of her kids and we’re fiercely protective of her (don’t say a bad word about any of us – trust me, don’t even go there). I’m sharing this with you but nothing more. There’s so much admire about her, for one thing she doesn’t mince her words when it comes to telling others what she thinks. Great mums need to be appreciated and not just on their birthday or on Mother’s Day but every day. It’s highly likely Mum will be eye-rolling at this right now thinking “why are you telling people this?”. Well who better to encourage others, than someone as wise, resilient, and incredible as your good self Mum? (Am I right Dad?) 

Yeah… eye-roll and tut at me all you like, Mum, I’m sorry not sorry. 

This artwork has knackered me out. I’m off to make tomorrow’s packed lunch and then to bed to read for a bit. We have our handover tomorrow at 2pm BST. I’ll take some photos of the rest of the team’s work and post them here tomorrow. Who knows who will be there? General public? Press? Police? I’m hoping all of the above. Keep an eye out on for ITV News Central Six O’Clock news bulletin, you might see a few familiar faces. 

This world needs more goodness right now.

Speak soon,




Prince’s Trust: Day 21 (Wednesday 26th April 2017)

Hey everybody,

Another short blog post from me today.

We managed to apply two coats of magnolia on the kitchen walls. Honestly, walking into the kitchen was like walking into a freezer and that was down to the really British weather we keep having. British summer is here because it keeps snowing! It’s been so cold that my nose could have run the London marathon all by itself, or at least the distance from where I live to where the project is.

This afternoon, some of us managed to start on the artwork side of things. I need more practice and that means less opportunities to nanna-nap when I get home. When it’s finished I’ll post pictures of what we created and you can make the judgement for yourselves.

Speak soon,




Prince’s Trust: Day 4 (Thursday 30th March 2017)

Hey everybody,

Just a short blog post from me today.

Blighty is famous for its torrential rain; this morning was no exception. Even though the weatherwoman on the telly said it would be ‘very warm’, I predicted it would rain. By heck, did it rain!? I was soaked by the time I arrived at our team base. On days like this, I really wish someone had invented mini-windscreen wipers for people who wear glasses.

We arrived at the care home which I had missed out on yesterday when the rest of the group were briefed on what we had to do. We had to remove all of the weeds from the plant beds. We got stuck into the task despite the rain. Although an hour before the lunch break was called I was told off for working too hard and many didn’t hold back in telling me how knackered I looked. I appreciated their honesty but ploughed on regardless. I like to work hard for my lunch, it makes me appreciate it more. I took my break – a coffee and homemade energy bar (again another of my mum’s recipes – if anyone is interested in making them then comment below, and I’ll post them here on my blog) and was mercilessly ribbed for trying to hide from my duties. There’s so much sarcasm in our group that it just makes me laugh, and if it could fill a swimming pool we’d all be swimming in it. In jest, they even started calling me ‘Mum’. What can I say? Being one of the eldest, most mature individuals I feel large responsibility for everyone.

As a ‘thank you’ from the care home for what we did, we were given doughnuts. I can’t even remember the last time I had a doughnut.

Kelly told us that prior to this one-day project, they would be looking at who would be good at leading which activities throughout the course. I was told I’d make a great leader if only I was more vocal. ¬†Well to that I say, let’s just wait for ressy!

A funny thought to end today’s blog post: as I was walking home I recieved a lot of weird looks from passers-by. It wasn’t until I got home and washed my hands that I realised why. I had inadvertently painted half a beard of mud on one side of my face!

Speak soon,