Archives for posts with tag: book

The face licking battle on the sofa.

He bought me Mary Beard’s Women and Power book.

Having almost 2,500 likes on my latest Instagram post. That’s so many more than I’ve ever had!


A big squirrel hoping about our garden like it’s an assault course.

Lovey helpful Trish at the workshop today. She was so great and hands on! 

Reading, again. 

Lying in the sun with my boobs out. 

Not getting burnt.

Getting completely lost in my book.

Silly book title lols.

Smelling my clean scarf. I heart clean clothes smell.

Got my glasses. Love my glasses.

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.




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…


Getting the new Caitlin Moran book. And for free.
The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Putting on fresh, clean socks after a long day of work with sweaty feet. And after a shower.


Watching the stream rise from my cup of tea.
Getting a gift from my housemate. A copy of Alexa Chung’s book that I keep reading bits of whenever I linger in a bookshop.
Finding out my clever boss split my holiday pay over two weeks so I WILL get some money tomorrow. Hurrah!


My ham and egg pie sign at work. It went down almost as well as the pie. My friend’s book is finally published!
Making my colleagues laugh.


This sandwich book

Last day of actual working. Hurrah!

A lovely goodbye from a young girl that walks past the shop everyday on her way to school.


A bit in the book I’m reading made me smile (I want to say ‘out loud’ for some reason) on the tube

Discovering the brilliantly funny Hadley Freeman and Sara Pascoe at the Book Slam in Clapham

I realised that my journey home and my boyfriends journey home would mean our arrivals into the tube station would be pretty close. As I got off one tube I craned my neck searching for him, gathering some odd looks. He wasn’t there. As I got on the next, a second tube load of people arrived and rushed across the platform. Again I craned my head, searching. Again, looking a bit weird. Again, I couldn’t see him. As we pulled away I realised that there he was, less than a meter in front of me, with a large man inbetween us. I tried to catch his eye by smiling madly and waggling my head (yes, still getting strange looks) but it wasn’t until we got off that I managed to get to him. A lovely walk home together followed. With no funny looks.


Working from home, on my bed, with my toes in the sun

Finding the Stephen Fry autobiography that I’ve wanted for ages at the charity shop

The adorable man on Grand Designs as he ran after some paper that blew away in the wind. They were such a lovely couple and made such a gorgeous place.

park blue skies autumn

The bright blue sky, the green grass and the colourful trees

Fresh bread and the smell of it which took me back to camping in the summer

Unexpectedly getting a free book through the post from a friend