Bit of Friday night gardening.

Messing around on Snapchat.

Going to the multi faith event at the Finsbury Park mosque in the evening. Speeches followed by everyone breaking fast together at a huge long tablecloth on the road. Delicious curry, loads of fruit and so many dates. Plus a funny woman to chat to and keep me company.

The clitoris animation.

Walking and talking to mum on my way to my haircut. I was in a really good mood.

Getting a different hairdresser. He didn’t miss bits like Maria does.


Giving out ice pops in the office.

An evening at home. Picking up parcels. Food shopping. Chatting to Scarlett and Matt in the garden for a few hours.

Wearing Becky’s dress with the slit. I always feel good in this dress.


Sausage dog on the tube

Alec’s book about wanking robots. Or something. Made me lol in the street.

Meeting in the park. Feeling a bit creative and useful and respected. That’s always nice.

The Ben and Jerry’s refugee night. Free beer, ice cream and dancing with Charlie. Followed by Turkish with Jonny and Alec. Fun fun fun.

And yeah that’s four things but it’s been a struggle recently so if I have four things then that can only be a good thing.


Beers in the park after work with Holly

A Ben and Jerry’s ice cream sandwich

Community. My community.


Being all together as a family, having lunch in the garden for the last time.

Watching Ben laugh so hard retelling the new Dad’s Army film that he cried.

Coming back to Lauren. And my garden smells. Someone who can commiserate with me and a nice place to sit before the week starts again. 


Dozing in the sun, in my parents garden.

A walk along the seafront in the afternoon. With obligatory ice cream break.

Watching the bat flit about in the darkness.


Sharpened a pencil for the first time in ages. So satisfying.

Leaving work early and walking across the bridge in the sun, smirking at graffiti.

The woman next to me on the train gave me her spare Orangina. I gave her the book I finished. #trainfriends


Ciaran’s Duolingo holy potato learnings.

Stopping for a moment in the park, sitting on the tree stump in the sun.

Reading on the sofa. I never hang out in there. It was nice.


The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.

My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.

Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did.