NEW PUPPY IN THE OFFICE!
Hanging out with Jen. I have some good colleagues.
Boxfit. Punched the fuck out of shit.
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A valentine’s card from my favourite person.
Having someone to text. All evening.
Boxercise. Smashed it.
(Also, Leightor and his travel bracelet)
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.
Good Eggs chat. Jo as Jonny. Jonny as Jo.
Boxercise. I’m so glad I went.
Confident walking. To Belgian music.
Fuck off Wheetabix. Today is a crumpets kinda morning.
The Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards.
Boxercise. And making exercise friends.
A relaxing, if slightly weird, yoga class. It’s fun to do shoulder stands and back bends.
A bath. With pink salts and flowers in. Because why not.
Ringing to cancel boxercise and discovering it was cancelled anyway. Yay!
Boxercise. A genuine smile.
Sitting at my new desk. Writing a pretty good job application.
Lentils. Naan. Hearty. Delicious.
Boxercise. So good! Even the fucking hard bits.
Drinks with Corinne afterwards. Sad but nice.
Coming home (drunk) to the perfectly cooked jacket potato thanks to Matt.
Three little things 