A cheeky cocktail at work.
A Korean pork bun.
All of us just sat around chatting.
Standing out on the balcony at night, looking out over London, still boiling hot and chatting to Jonny.
Riding in the milk float. Bumpy but fun.
Being up early and seeing the market coming to life. Plus I got to walk to work in the shady coolness.
Healthy, colourful dinner.
Frozen coffee. So ridiculously delicious.
Going back over to the other side of the market in the afternoon and people looking happy to see me and chatting to me. That made me feel good.
Getting the interview over and done with. I can relax again!
Floating on my back.
His towel falling off on the stairs.
Jo saying that I was really good at my interview practise. It made me feel a lot more positive.
Napping on the sofa.
Jonny’s omelette attempt.
The view from Frank’s Cafe in Peckham.
Attack of the giggles when we ordered dinner.
Loud Nicki in the Uber on the way home.
Meeting him at Co Op and picking our dinner together.
Hanging out after work.
Talking to dad this morning and feeling a lot happier about my interview. He really helped.
The lovely woman at lunch who gave me advice about my interview.
Going to see their shop for the first time. I LOVE the safe in the toilet.
Being told I look nice.
Telling him the story about the guy who fell over on stage yesterday. Horrible but just so funny.
Putting on my pyjamas when I got home.
He knew the word faffing.
I got an interview!
Pretending to be my friend to get into the press screening of Amy.
Shouting Hieu to stop thinking bad things. And then realising I was supposed to shout my own name.