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. 


Going into Foyles. Properly going in and buying a book and smelling that great smell of all those pages and feeling that calm that is in book shops. 

Sitting in the garden, reading as the light faded and the birds sang. The air smelt beautiful.

Scottish drag queen names. 


The Nova Joy plant has flowered! New beautiful joy here we come!

Sitting in the garden, picking weeds with Lauren.

Then chatting to her for quite a while. Looking up Russian dating sites, talking about garden plans (mostly solar powered fairy lights). It was exactly what I needed. 


Cutting the grass.

Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.

Beautiful clouds.


Doing weights at the gym. Turns out all the intimidating men don’t go to the gym on a Saturday lunchtime. Also sweated out all the beer from last night.

Enjoying the sun. In the garden. In the park. In the sky.

This cool face on the toilet door.


Corbyn accidentally boob high fiving and being ‘serenaded’ as he left the house this morning. Ooooh Jeremy Coooorbyn!

Emily telling me how much she appreciated me when she was dealing with stuff with her mum. It was really touching. Unfortunately I was a bit too drunk for the moment.

Being saved by having a beer with Mike, on the floor of his room as he smoked out the window. It felt like being a student again. And no tears.


Voting. Twice. Shut up, one was a proxy. Labour, obviously.

Doing a headstand. Twice.

Booking flights to Spain for our holiday in August.

Did my tax return. I saved WAAAAAAY too much money. I’m suddenly rich!

Made fanny jokes with a woman I don’t know in the Wigan office. Sent her my vagina bowl in return.

Going and buying a card in the afternoon. I got to walk in the sun, listen to some music, flirt with a cute guy and get away from the office. It was a perfect mini break

The Greg Knight campaign jingle. What a muppet. Also – winfarms. 

Having a talk with myself whilst at the gym. And remembering that moment at Primavera where I felt on top of the world. Friends, music, tattoo. Everything felt perfect.

Han texting to tell me she’s so proud of me when she saw my Vagina Museum post.