Archives for posts with tag: cafe

A bloody brilliant dog photo.

This hilarious article about asking the irish parliament their views on Beyonce.

Being outside in the sunshine and blue skies, delicious coffees and kiwi cafes. What a perfect day.

P.s. and an unexpected but fun WhatsApp phone call about British reservedness


Getting the spreadsheets. After freaking out about them.

Being in a nice cafe. Middle class calm.

Cheese on toast and Bake Off in bed. A happy place.


A soya mocha. Wanky and delicious. And exactly what I wanted.

A big curry with everyone. And Ciaran. He makes me laugh.

A text from dad, asking me to dinner.

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The amazing brunch. Three courses in a perfect, perfect place. Even the toilets were great.
Ciaran: ‘From the inside’
Looking out over all of Porto, the beautiful terracotta roofs and colourful buildings.

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Baked porridge for breakfast from Clear Water Peak.
Being back with the housemates and telling Steve his girlfriend is so loud during sex.
‘Gandalf, is this a safe place to stand?’

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Seeing photos of Richard.
Reading the newspaper in a new cafe whilst eating halloumi.
Tea puns.

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Having lunch in a great little cafe with a huge garden out the back filled with plants and birds and sun and reggae music.
The lovely, helpful guy from the alcohol shop who helped us pick out a good local gin for my parents when they arrive.
The Welsh pub! Went for after work drinks and stayed for ages. It felt like a real pub. Sticky floors, drunk chatty landlord and full of Welsh people!

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The Death by Chocolate I had in the near by cafe. It was so chocolatey. Obviously.

Reading the papers over a cup of tea, in a new cafe, with my boyfriend, when I was supposed to be working.

Having him wash my hair in the bath

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This nice sign by a cafe near my office.

Listening to ‘I’d go anywhere’ from Oliver. A lot.

The checkout lady singing the Moonpig advert song to me.

The gorgeous red, orange, gold and yellow plant growing over the fence.

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Discovering a new local cafe with delicious poached eggs and hot chocolate.

The party. The dancing, the chatting, the drinking, the hugs, the laughing.