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Lunch with Alec. He told me he asked me because I’m a good person to speak to if you’re feeling down. Which made me really happy. 

Discovering the cutesy sold in Brixton Village.

Our hilarious but unsuccessful fireworks night. Sneaking into a park, setting off three, they all skidded along the ground, almost hit a house and nearly exploded on Alec. So we ran away and went to a pub instead. We made do with giant sparklers instead. 

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Sparklers. They smell so good.
Buttery buttery jacket potato, wrapped in tin foil and gnawed on outside.
New shoes.

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Dame Judy Dench and a really life-like painting at the National Portrait Gallery.
The amazing firework show at Victoria Park.
Free Indian starters.

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Seeing carefree kids run around dancing and playing.
The amazing Wellington fireworks show.
The crowds and crowds of people all going to see the fireworks. It was really fun to be part of the excitement.

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The smell of orange as the lady next to me ate one on the overground. It smelt sharply of Christmas (yes that word again)

Having my third session of IPL. One step closer to no body hair stresses (well…fewer body hair hair stresses)

Watching several simultaneous firework displays from my flat, nose pressed against the window.

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We went to a new cafe and had a hot chocolate. They came with cute chocolate hearts on top.

We had a tickle fight in the lift on the way out. I lost but I still couldn’t help but laugh.

The big firework display in Blackheath. Mulled wine, hats and gloves and of course, the fireworks.