The barber mouse in the Museum of London.
A willy card for my brother.
Deciding to go to the pub and actually having fun!
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Beautiful wooden things and coffee with Bivan.
Christmas decorations with Jonny. Yes, in November.
Our pub and then Bridget Jones with too many cheesy balls.
Oh and Nat sending me a recording of him playing a Christmas song on the tuba. That actually really made me smile for a long time.
Cleaning the bathroom. Hello clean plughole.
Buttery jacket potatoes at lunch.
Bivan’s new house and finishing the pollution game
This email from a friend/colleague. What a lovely thing to read.
Talking about Body of Women and feminism with Pete. He’s a sweet guy.
Reminiscing about Mike with Lauren and Bivan as she cleaned out the gross fridge.
Waking up with him. Making dumb jokes about baby Sophie. Remembering what he said about my eyes.
Making jokes with the pharmacy ladies.
A night in with Matt and Bivan, watching two films, eating two pizzas and discussing the queuing systems at the local shops. (Shit photo, great night)
Bright autumn leaves on the walk home.
Being good at interviewing. I like being on this side of the table.
A big veggie stew on a baked potato with Bivan for dinner. Plus some wine. In front of Bake Off.
And the smell of lavender in the fresh evening air.
A sad day but reminiscing about funny Nan stories.
No Such Thing As A Fish on the train home. It was just such a funny episode. Shoelaces, brown diamonds and international listeners.
Watching Bake Off in the lounge with Bivan. Rather than sitting alone in my room all night. That was a blessing in disguise.
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.
Getting most of the things I need from a small radius around my house.
The most amazing Boomerang with Bivan.
Live music and fun company. And head touching. That was really nice.
Three little things 