Sharpened a pencil for the first time in ages. So satisfying.
Leaving work early and walking across the bridge in the sun, smirking at graffiti.
The woman next to me on the train gave me her spare Orangina. I gave her the book I finished. #trainfriends
Loud singing, home alone.
Reading in the sun
Jonny freaking out about boarding passes. But pretending to be cool. But seriously. Do it now.
Putting up a few new bits of decoration. Bit of a wood, wicker and trees situation going on.
Colour.
Ove.
Him.
A hot chocolate, a book and some quiet at the Happy Cafe.
My hairdresser styled my hair completely differently. It looked hilariously 80’s during and then actually really cool at the end. I spent the rest of the day looking in the mirror.
Watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed.
Poo stories. My friend sharted and then I farted loudly in yoga. Too many laughs.
A coffee and a book. By myself, for myself.
I touched a genuine bar of gold.
I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.
Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay.
Getting to the till and discovering I’m paying way less than I thought.
The guy who might move into our room when we leave sent to the same college on the other side of the world to me. And after snooping through his Facebook friends I find out we know a few of the same people too! Such a small world.
Taking about science at work. Soap, stars and space.
Not That Kind Of Girl. Again. Good book.
A photo of my mum’s feet in her fluorescent NZ socks.
Writing an email to Jonny.
Scribbling things off my to do list.
Not That Kind Of Girl.
Reading How To Build A Girl and laughing so much I could hardly explain to my boyfriend why I was laughing.
My flatmate telling a story completely wrong. Which made me laugh so hard I almost spit tea everywhere.
Making something new for dinner. New AND delicious. And it has two types of cheese in and my boyfriend normally hates cheese. Hello Spinach and Ricotta balls, you can come for dinner again.
The photo isn’t my food exactly, it’s a photo of the photo in the cook book. My attempt was only a teeny bit different though of course…
