Christmas bench at the station.

Sitting in the sun on the platform. It was surprisingly warm, considering the frosty morning. 

Christmas arrived at the house. We put up the tree, decorated it and ate mince pies listening to Christmas songs. It’s the first time we’ve all been there together for more than 10 minutes for months. 

A frosty walk around the Devil’s Punchbowl with my family, jumping over fallen trees and scrambling up steep paths.

Den asking me questions. Listening to what I had to say. 

Planet Earth II. AGAIN. Birds riding birds. Field mice. Jumping birds.

Kicking through the leaves.

Petting some sheep.

Watching mum and dad jiving in the kitchen.


Exploring the huge country house that we’re staying in for the weekend. It has a WELL. INSIDE the house.

Seeing my family. Hugging mum.

Having a calm moment at the train station.


A left over pain au chocolat for second breakfast. And a longed for cup of tea.

A quiet browse of a book shop. I forgot how peaceful it is to be in a book shop.

Pottery night. Tonight, pubic hair.

The London Upcycling Show, in this beautiful Art Deco, Soviet style building. Seeing all the reuse people I know and eating the delicious canap├ęs.

Having an open and personal chat with Jen in the van on the way there. After the vagina chat.

A free coffee and pain au chocolat for breakfast. Lots of energy.


A night of knitting, pizza, mulled wine and Christmas songs. Starting with this beautiful pike of unraveled wool.

The fox sauntering down the road after work.

Feeling happy. Really genuinely happy. Like the old me happy. 


I was early for my meeting so I went for a wander along the river. Next to a swan.

Housemate chats in the kitchen. Tattoos, a shared dinner and the continuing shower saga. It’s almost over. He almost bought a shower rail.

The horrendous fish scene shower curtain. 


A spot of sewing, turning a collared shirt into a more simple neckline.

A wander down Exmouth Market, buying nice wine, handmade leather purses, cute cards and mulled wine for two, for a chat with a friend.

Feeling positive. Feeling good. Feeling like it’s all going to be alright. I like myself. I’m proud of myself. I’m doing good.


Seeing a cute cocker spaniel that reminded me of Dingo.
Getting life shit done. Unblocking drains, buying secret Santa presents and white tops and making a very neat To Do list. 

The Thanksgiving party, complete with anti-Trump decorations and all the food you could ever wish for. Oh and Rock Band.