Watching them run the marathon.
Being there to hug Jonny as he cried at the end.
The lovely Eurostar people who let me get on the next train after I’d assumed I was on that one and missed my actual reason.
Watching them run the marathon.
Being there to hug Jonny as he cried at the end.
The lovely Eurostar people who let me get on the next train after I’d assumed I was on that one and missed my actual reason.
When it stopped raining and the sun came out and we wandered along the canals. I was arm in arm with Jonny.
The first Be Real notification.
Talking about granddad’s at dinner, with blankets and heat lamps, outside the restaurant.
The really old pub. So European and cosy.
Indonesian food.
Laughing with Jonny on the tram.
Eurostar straight through to Amsterdam.
Botanical garden.
Finally sorted out all my photos and deleted LOADS and found some real gems.
My new 3D printed phone case for my FairPhone. Had to go find it in Amsterdam which was cool.
The Sex Museum. Actually pretty good for €4 and probably the only place where you can stare at photos of people having sex whilst with your mates and not feel a bit weird about it.
Going to the pub. A real pub. A European pub. Not a bar.