Archives for posts with tag: books


Jigsaw puzzle at lunchtime. Officially a crossword defector. It felt so good.

Texts about books.

Dinner with my oldest girls. Vietnamese, not too drunk and not the one that talked the most!

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Going into Foyles. Properly going in and buying a book and smelling that great smell of all those pages and feeling that calm that is in book shops. 

Sitting in the garden, reading as the light faded and the birds sang. The air smelt beautiful.

Scottish drag queen names. 

Playing ALMA – Dye My Hair on repeat.

Boxercise with Becky. It’s more fun when you have someone to giggle with.

A chat with Matt about books and podcasts.

ADDITION: a sleepover with Hannah, talking into the night like 10 year olds.


A left over pain au chocolat for second breakfast. And a longed for cup of tea.

A quiet browse of a book shop. I forgot how peaceful it is to be in a book shop.

Pottery night. Tonight, pubic hair.


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.

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A lie in.
A lot of reading.
A tight cuddle at the end of the day.

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Lying in the sun
Reading a whole book
Hash browns and avocado

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Innocent French childhoods, ruined.
Paneer korma. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Just hanging out with Jonny, moaning about shit.

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Spending some time in a bookshop, looking at books.
Being proud of the family I’m from. So proud.
Walking home, a bit drunk, with Beyonce playing on repeat, singing into my scarf.

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Seeing the dolphins swim right up to us at Monkey Mia. The newborn was the best. So playful and energetic.
Spending the whole day relaxing in the sun and reading.
Seeing a turtle poke his head up a few metres from us in the sea.