Budd Goes Bottle-Feeding

44. Bottle feed a lamb

With it being March, the opportunity to bottle-feed a lamb was readily available to me, as of course –  it is lambing season! I’m guessing it will be slightly harder in November, so if you want to give it a go soon, keep reading!

Mother’s Day was fast approaching, and me being me, I left everything to the last minute (the more you get to know me the more you’ll get to know this..) I wanted to do something a bit different to what seems like the norm on M/D and as I was driving to work one morning, it hit me like a big furry ball sack in the face – I’LL TAKE HER TO THE FARM! I was so impressed with my idea I was smug the whole way to the office *enter smug face emoji* – you know the one.

After drafting the perfect text inviting Big Linz on a magical farm adventure, I clicked send and hoped for the best. ‘I’d love to’ the reply pinged. Green light. Sunday soon arrived and we were pon route to West Lodge Rural Centre in Desborough (I’ll link everything at the bottom). After surviving the car journey with the old dear – she’s a fan of braking at the last minute and ‘accidentally’ sitting in third gear whist driving 65mph – we were at our destination. Mother, you could tell, was totally embarrassed. The average age of humans in the establishment was probably about six. Nevertheless we were here, and we had a task to complete.

We made our way to the ‘demo barn’ where we were ushered to a collection of small benches, it was here, that I fell in love. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the smallest, fluffiest little creature bounding towards me, my heart was literally imploding! Of course this love affair was short lived, the four legged bleeting machine was in fact running past me, to the farmer who was holding the bottle of milk. After elbowing many children out of the way, it was now my turn to hold the bottle and show everyone what I was made of. I took a deep breath, aimed the bottle towards the lamb that rejected me and low and behold, the feeding began. Oh it was a glorious moment, but the thing they don’t tell you is that the lambs pull so hard you look like one of those workmen on the streets of NYC drilling into the floor. The encounter was short but sweet, lasting I would say about five minutes before the snottiest child in the whole of the land demanded a go.

After we’d bottle fed our little friend, I took Mother Dearest to see some snoring pigs (bears such a resemblance to me when I’m asleep) and then forced her to milk a fake cow.

She’d been tortured enough by this point, so obviously I had to make it up to her and take her for sushi. She had the last laugh in the end, when I spent the following two days in bed (or should I say with my head down the toilet) with food poisoning. Classic.

Until next time punks!


Love Thy Self

The topic of ‘self-love’ is nine times out of ten, misconstrued. We live in a society where we are constantly shown what we don’t look like, who we aren’t and what we don’t have. But what about what we do have? What about the infinite qualities we actually do possess as individuals? Everyone and everything seems to be judged on the outer layer – your face, your body, how the coffee looks but not how it tastes (mine is a chai latte if you’re offering)

Unfortunately, self-love has this type of mistaken identity, that if you love yourself then you’re clearly arrogant or extremely egotistical which is utterly ridiculous. Self-love actually forms the very foundation of your single, most important relationship – that with yourself.


Although, technically, we are all just organized bones wrapped in flesh, roaming the planet, we are all mentally wired completely differently and we can all bring something to the table. I absolutely, whole-heartedly believe that everyone, yes everyone, possesses qualities they should be proud of, and proud to show to the world. In this millennial culture, where imagery of  unrealistic body expectations is everywhere we look – it is vital that we utilize our wit, kindness, intelligence and integrity to shine from the inside and promote something with meaning and feeling. Wake up, look in the mirror and tell yourself you’re fucking awesome, because you are (I’m beginning to sound like a self-help book aren’t I?). Even the little things you do you should recognise; you didn’t eye-roll Debra from accounts when she told the same story three times about her niece shitting herself at a christening. You gave your last pound to the homeless man outside the corner shop. You even may have shared the last Milky Bar yoghurt with your sibling (note the word shared – those things are like crack) These things all matter and you should be proud of the person you are. It has taken me months to get to a point to genuinely say I am proud of I myself, I’m proud of the person I’m becoming, I’m proud of the person I was (even though I’m the first one to admit I’ve made some horrendous decisions in the past) and I’m proud of the person I will be. Strive to be the best person you can be, but not just for what you show on the outside, but for who you are on the inside, your character and integrity *drops mic*

F x

Return Of The Budd

I am BACK! For those that used to follow The Radical Diaries, I HAVE MISSED YOU – and for the new readers, hopefully I can entertain/inspire you to milk the udder of life.

I stopped writing in 2016 after one of my best friends passed away. We came up with the idea of this blog together, and to be totally honest I didn’t feel like I wanted to continue creating content without him right by my side. With it approaching two years since his passing, I feel like now I want to dedicate this space to him. I’ve grown so much in what seems like such a short space of time, I’ve adapted, explored and opened my mind to what it really means to live. Guys – our days are numbered, we need to make everything we do count and by this I don’t mean living in your overdraft (holla) to do extravagant things every weekend but to organically and purposefully grab your life with both hands. Without being the most cliché girl on the internet, YOU ARE THE MASTER OF YOUR OWN DESTINY, and if you look where you are right now, you got yourself there.

As most of you know, my main purpose of The Radical Diaries was to complete my bucket list, this still stands, and I’ve even added some brand spanking new challenges on there for good measure. I also want this to be a space I can talk to you about things that matter to me, everyday happenings and maybe (if you’re lucky) a few drunken tales. I’ve removed all of my old posts (which was strangely therapeutic) and I’m ready to grab 2018 by the balls! I’ve decided I want my life to be a testimony to the fun and excitement that can be found in spontaneous living – I’m going to push myself to do as many cool, weird, exciting, challenging things as I can and document it right here (warts and all). Hopefully I can encourage you to live in a way that inspires you to find out who you are uniquely made to be and what you are uniquely designed to do. This personal blog is going to be my way of telling my on-going story until everything on this list is checked off – feel free to join me! When I look back on my life, I want to remember the fulfilling things I did, and all the times I worked harder to make each memory stand out. Here goes…