This Zeek review was written in May 2015, so some of the screenshots my be out of date, but the code is a current one.

I am writing this post from Starbucks where I am sipping my discount skinny hazelnut macchiato, thanks to a new app called Zeek. I’m not normally one for voucher apps but the concept behind Zeek is so simple it literally feels like you’d be stupid not to use it.

Read on for your £5 Zeek promo code.

How many times have you been given a gift voucher, maybe for a birthday or Christmas, and found yourself either buying something you don’t really want, just to use it, or discovering it the week after it expires in your purse and getting annoyed with yourself? Zeek is the answer to that problem, providing a secure marketplace for people to buy and sell unwanted vouchers. The benefit as a seller is that you get the cash instead and for buyers, there’s a discount of around 5-20% on every voucher.

I didn’t have any vouchers to sell but I was happy to put it to the test from a buyer’s point of view as there were plenty of vouchers on offer for stores that I would normally spend in. It’s ridiculously easy to use, just download the app and start browsing. You can browse the hot vouchers, search by category, or look up individual brands. When you’re ready to buy you just hit the button and you’ll be asked to pay either by card or through a Payapl account. (I was given some credit to test the app, hence only having to pay £1 towards my voucher).     View Post

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I walked into Taunton town centre this morning.

*stop the press*

It was the first time I had actually left the new house on foot since we moved in as Belle is still on crutches; our outings so far have mainly been to Sainsbury’s where she can wheel herself around in a complimentary wheelchair and we can pretend we are anywhere other than Taunton.

As I walked I tried to think of the positives of having moved out of Bristol. “It’s really handy,” I thought to myself, “that it’s only a ten minute walk to the bank for me to pay this cheque in.” In Bristol I had to go all the way down into the city centre for a branch of the Halifax.

And then I ran out of things. I had been walking for more than five minutes and there was not a single Boston Tea Party in sight and I started to cry.

I totally realise that crying in the street is not a normal reaction to not being within walking distance of a decent eggs florentine. I am clearly the most ridiculously spoilt, ungrateful woman ever, but I waited so bloody long to move to Bristol and even though no one apart from me seemed to like it, it was everything I ever thought it would be. It felt like home. And now I’ve left and I can’t help but think ‘SHIT SHIT SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE??’

*stamps feet like a toddler who has been refused a giant candy floss*

Eggs florentine Taunton

I do try to remember that I felt like this when I moved to Bristol as well, that it always takes a while to adjust to somewhere new, but that’s part of the problem I suppose, that Taunton isn’t new. I lived here for a few years ten years ago, and never really liked it much then. Ten years on and am I really simply back where I started, only older and more tired?

So I paid in my cheque – that really was handy – then it started to rain so I went to Starbucks and cried in there instead.

This post is an extract from my new novel – 1001 First World Problems to Experience Before You Die 

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