Archives for posts with tag: British


Tony’s leaving party. Cheese, clotted cream and James’ brilliant quiz.

Flesh light chats with Alec and Jonny.

Someone is getting a tattoo of my vagina design. So weird but so cool. 

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Steam cleaning. My first time. And so much to steam.
Spur of the moment trip into the charity shop by my house and I walked out with four new tops for £13.50. So happy.
Fancy afternoon tea (for dinner) with Al. So much sugar.

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Sitting outside at lunch time to enjoy the gorgeous blue sky.
My first sewing knits class. It’s nice to learn new things again. And muttering ‘shit shit shit’ next to a woman also muttering ‘shit shit shit’.
Telling everyone what an absolute twat I am because I was too embarrassed (and British) to correct my sewing teacher when she thought I was someone else and called me by a. different name she even asked me directly ‘and how are you doing Lisa?’ And I answered! What an idiot. How am I ever going to correct her?! Oh well, at least it’s funny!

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The pink blossom swirling around in the wind outside the shop

37 things you’ll only find funny if you’re British

I was supposed to do something after work but it got cancelled so I could just come home instead. Which was exactly what I wanted.

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