Ex aunt (sort of), me, him and a wooden pot

Dinner with Helen. Reminiscing, laughing and reliving.

Liking my hair. My face. Feeling good.

Getting a text from him. First. 

Also, this wooden plant pot at work.

Rain shouts, a compete surprise and a feisty spider

The woman who shouted ‘OH MY GOD’ as she stepped off the train into the torrential rain. I full on loled.
My aunt maybe offering me a flat deposit…
The spider incident. I hope to God it went out the window.