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.
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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.
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
