Archives for posts with tag: blue sky

Naked male feet, enjoying the sun at lunch time. Not something I’d usually enjoy but it made me happy to see toes enjoying the warmth towards the end of September.

Feeling calm about Sunday. Walking around in the sun, putting up posters slowly and not feeling stressed.

An evening on the sofa with a book, apple and peanut butter and a teapot of green tea.

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Lunch was late but it was perfect in the park. Amazing blue sky and still warm.

He got my care package. I’m really glad I sent it. No matter what else.

An evening to myself. I left work at half 4. I made a good Instagram post for the Period Parties. I did yoga with Adriane. I baked. I watched Bake Off.

Vegan Too Good To Go dinner.

Blue skies and hot weather again.

Lols in the wedding chat.

Hot sun, autumn breeze, blue sky.

Holly smashing the vase in the sink.

Sugary, dunked Oreo’s.

New mug. And she looks perfect.

A massage.

And the walk there, along the old railway track. A route I haven’t felt able to walk in a while. So that was nice.

Melon.

The secret garden.

This Way Up.

Hooooome. No more hen party.

Lying in the park, texting James.

Hearing that 100 Vaginas made the young women feel much happier with their vulvas. 😍

Also my plant has the beginnings of tomatoes and I went out for lunch on my own again. Hello vegan food and silence.

Hot sun at lunchtime again.

Vegan Magnum. Finally.

Celebrating being single on Women’s Hour

Watching the fountains in the sun before 9am.

Kathy Burke. Again.

Quiet, dark yoga, making my sides stretch in a really lovely way.

The thick, proper hot chocolate from Camden Passage. Drunk whilst walking the sun on the way back to the office.

Leaving the office just after 2.

The sky, walking home.

Super fast efficient NHS. Less than 24 hours later and I’m having my head mole blasted with liquid nitrogen.

Another lunch park day.

Cute photos of baby Han and her cool dad.

Spending the afternoon outside in the sun for an anti idling event. Sunny sun sun sun.

Drinks with James. We shared a surprising amount. It was nice to see him.

PIZZA.

The little yellow bird that visited the tree outside the window as I had breakfast.

The way the light fell across the plants.

A slow, headphone-free wander along the New River Walk at lunchtime. Tiny moorhens, blossom and sunshine.

Walking down the beautifully blossomed streets to pick up post.

The pavement telling me to enjoy it.

Charlie humping the other dog

Going back to my old office and getting hugs

The squirrel squeezing its way through the chain link fence

The light as the sunset on the way to the library after work. Totally made up for the terrible weather today.

The ladybird that hitched a ride on my skirt

Walking through the park

Making my own hummus

Colouring in for craft hour

Walking for an hour to meet Jen. Under a lovely dusk sky, smiling and focusing on the positive things

A night with Jen. Big Japanese curry and some beer.

Light on my living room wall

Lots of walking around the neighborhood in the bright blue sunlight, snuggled up in my coat and scarf, looking at beautiful houses. I can’t describe how lovely it felt to be outside and be walking. It made my heart feel light and fast.

When she postponed the date and I got my Sunday evening back. And taught myself how to darn

The morning sky

The squirrel I spotted hopping along the train line wall, high up and silhouetted against the sky

TEN portions of fruit and veg today. And a day of being totally vegan.

Walking to a meeting listening to music and looking at the beautiful blue sky and autumn leaves.

A day of successful meetings that buzzed me up. The students, the Car Free Day one and the asthma nurse one.

Chatting vulvas with Michael at the air quality event within minutes.

This beautiful tree near my house

Seeing my name graffitied on a bin. It was just so bizarre. It’s not a name you usually see anywhere.

Kissing

A beautifully hot day. Really truly like summer is still here. So another lunchtime in the park.

Jen for dinner. But not for ages. I respect a friend that doesn’t stick around for hours.

And most importantly, my nephew is on the way! After pooing in the womb.

A gloriously hot afternoon that felt like the middle of summer again. I lay in the park and took in the beautiful blue sky.

Sending the young french woman a reassuring message. Through Jo.

A clean bed, a clean kitchen and a clean bathroom. Clean clean clean.

Another lunchtime lying in the park

A night at home, on my own, just pottering. Finally!

Everything coming together for Thursday – signs arriving, bike tags out, posters up. I’m almost there.

A new water bottle. From a beautiful design shop.

Realising how cool it is that I’ve been asked to be on a panel.

Bright blue skies today.

So much blood. I’m so happy my period is here. Please fix my mood.

The beautiful sunshine. I love love love a bright blue sky.

Listening to Keisha ‘Woman’. Really hit me today.

Kicking through the bright yellow leaves on the pavement.

The whole wood working day. The bright blue sky, being outside, the fire, making a bowl, the feminist chat at lunchtime, the end result. It was brilliant.

Smelling like wood smoke

Beautiful sunny London. It’s so perfect when it looks like this.

Meeting a woman who organises WOW and pitching two ideas to her. She loved both of them! I’m so proud of us for pitching so well. Fingers crossed we make it into the festival. 

Buying a new bag. It was tan. I had to.

And a fourth, dinner at Jo’s with her brother and fiancé. It was really nice. Maybe a friend extension.

A beautifully sunny day, spent in a pretty garden with my family, chatting to my cousins.

Lying on the grass, my heart beating into the ground and the sun beating down on my face.

Stroking a calm dog and she snuggled back into me.

A bloody brilliant dog photo.

This hilarious article about asking the irish parliament their views on Beyonce.

Being outside in the sunshine and blue skies, delicious coffees and kiwi cafes. What a perfect day.

P.s. and an unexpected but fun WhatsApp phone call about British reservedness