Archives for posts with tag: beer

A day by the pool. This beautiful pool.

Jumping in photos.

Beers, cards, feminist chats.


Ovary embroidery workshop! Nice to spend a day with a needle in my hand.

Fresh hot roti at lunch.

Pizza and beer with Jonny. The perfect thing to get me off to sleep early ready for my 4am start tomorrow. 


Just casually buying a plum and a flat white and not freaking out about doing things on my own in a country that doesn’t speak my language.

Bruges. Beautiful, beautiful Bruges. Getting off the train as the rain left and the sun shone and wandering through the ridiculously picturesque streets.

Lunch in the sun followed by a waffle (to sober me up after the strong beer).

Started talking at work again. Called James a flirt. Tried not to laugh at the word tits during the lunch break bird chat.

Immediate drinking with Jonny after work. What a fucking ridiculous day.

ICCO pizza. Oh how I love you.


Pizza and beer at Crate to welcome home Bivan.

The sky as we came home.

Doing a pretty good job at my training in Leytonstone. I’m proud of myself. 


Gindependance day party! 

Minimalist beer.

Being told I’m radiant. By two super lovely and super hot women.


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.

Sitting in the garden in the sun, reading nan’s diary from the year I was born. It was lovely to feel connected with that nan again. My nan.

Early evening in the park with Holly, drinking a beer and looking at the flowers. In the bloody incredible sun. I love sunny London.

Feeling excited and ready to be on my own again. Feeling happy. As just me. Nothing else.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.


Jen’s personal highlight of the week: being official outside of work friends with me. FINALLY! She admits it!

Beer and cuddles with Jo after work. Short and sweet.

Deciding to not give up sugar. Fuck that shit. I’m not down with fad diets and denying yourself anything. There’s no such thing as good and bad food.