Archives for posts with tag: cake

Seeing our new pot up on the shelf. Such a happy little fella.

Eating cake. Two cakes.

OkCupid messages.

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The sunshine in the morning, looking up at it from my bed.

Coffee and courgette cake with Jo, making light of it.

Going to see her new flat and eating biscuits and tea and beer and watching TV.

My birthday! Such a lovely day.

Waking up on my own, opening my presents and singing to music.

Brunch with Soph

Sweating in the spa

Using the ice bucket shower

Surprise Han at the pub

Lovely presents from lots of people

A bit group of friends that mixed well together

Singing happy birthday at Bonningtons

Double cake

Vulva cake

Delicious carrot cake from Libby’s mum. Two slices.

Andrew: Well done to Libby for finding the pen after Adam lost it.

Sitting on a bench in the sun at the top of the park, reading.

And Han is here! I forgot how fun I feel with her.

A free lunch from a colleague. And it was bloody delicious!

The smell of shampoo coming out of a neighbour’s house that reminded me of summer holidays.

I made semi-vegan cupcakes and they were actually really yummy.

Cake and custard from Roger.

The ridiculous taglines in the 4imprint magazine.

Chatting to Matt again for the first time in ages. Blow job news, STI swapping and similar dumping situations. It’s been too long.

Eating dal in the sun

Eating the most delicious cinnamon slice with one of Han’s friends

Delicious salmon teriyaki and chocolate ice cream. I wasn’t hungry in the slightest but that was so yummy.

Going for a meeting with coffee, cake, big eyebrows and a walk around a beautiful secret garden.

Walking around in the sun, getting some little life admin things done. It’s nice to have some time off work.

A thunderstorm.

A 50th party in a golf club. Unexpectedly fun.

A proper cake sale with 50p cakes.

Laughing on the phone with Stuart. It reminded me that we do have fun. Maybe it’s not as bad as I’ve been thinking.

Pizza and beer at Jo’s, plus Jonny. That cheered me up.


Coming home. To this incredible birthday present from my housemates!

A bath and a face mask.

Alec drinking beer with my cake mum.

It’s my 30th birthday!

A cake with me and mum in vulva tshirts on, a commissioned vulva painting, a silver ring making kit, a machine embroidery workshop, the flask from Waitrose, a donkey sanctuary, creepy caves, a cream tea, Alec coming down, kareoke, games, big sparklers, a midnight walk to the drawbridge, two generous donations to Bloody Good Period in honour of me,w a drunken chat with Stuart and just all the fun birthday love and joy that I wanted!


The half a slice of cake with a cup of tea after lunch. That was nice.
Staying home. Rather than making myself go in. That was the right decision.

Booking a weekend away. This weekend. I need a break. 

Last day at work! All the cake, all the carbs, all the chips, all the beers and all the vagina related presents.

They made me a cake decorated with vaginas, they bought me a cunt colouring in book and they made me a lovely card with vaginas, Rizo’s and beautiful goodbyes. 

And then in the middle of the night out, I got offered another job! And I got a place on the Influencing Chance course! Weeeee! Not doing so badly after all. 

Accidental loud fart. Very loud.

Yummy, moist carrot cake.

Becoming an official volunteer and having my skills very highly sung in the WhatsApp group.


Getting a Thank You letter and a tea bag from the Alzheimer’s Society for helping raising ¬£109,000 by doing the Ben Nevis Midnight Challenge. 

Baking some gold glittery cakes for Ming’s Gold Party. Not quite as gold as I wanted but it was nice to bake again. 

Chatting to my friend’s at the party. I haven’t spoken to Al properly in a long time, Harry was really interesting and it’s always so nice to see Sam DJ so intently. 

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Little lunch time beer with my favourite team members to celebrate my last week at work.
All the Turkish food
Hannah’s birthday cake. Brownie, sponge and ice cream. Well done Marks and Spencer, well done.

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All FOUR of the homemade cakes for Clare’s birthday.
A beer and a haircut.
Feeling quite proud of myself. For sharing. And doing better.

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Booking Portugal places. #holiday
Late night coffee and cake. Feels so extravagant.
It’s happened. The Cliff Richard story breaks. Finally.

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Sally eating the very middle of her pizza first.
A silent meditation.
Holly’s birthday cake

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The lovely volunteer that baked a cake and bought it in, still warm, for us to snack on as we painted the hub. Plus tea and fresh coffee.
Joking around with the builders. They are really nice guys.
White walls at work. It looks so much better. We got a lot done today.

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Doing all the things to make me feel better today. Namely:
The cheap and delicious chocolate custard cake.
Sacking off work and just getting lots of life admin shit done – new passport ordered, food bags picked up, books donated, people responded to, face mask…urm…masked.
Then some creative shit. Sketching from the nude photographs I had done and watching a funny video about whittling. Then a smidge of learning some French.

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The small train up the mountain to the glacier, with views all down the valley.
Sledging. On the botty whizzer. In thigh deep snow.
The postcards we smeared with cake. And the cake.

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Baked eggs with cheese. Delicious delicious delicious.
My period finally started. Blood blood blood.
Going into the male-filled cafe to buy a cake.

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My wonderful friends
The wonderful presents they got me – WWII books, Nicki Minaj perfume and Sandi Toksvig
The hilariously bashed up birthday cake.

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We sold the van!
Delicious raspberry tea cake.
Floating around in the natural hot spring water pool for a few hours.

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Mums birthday cake. Such an amazing turtle.
Performing dad’s version of Hi Ho Silver Lining for mum’s 60th birthday. We had matching t-shirts, almost in-sync clicking and some¬†enthusiastic dance moves.
Playing Heads Up. With people who couldn’t quite see the writing. And lots of shouting.
Singing and dancing to Auld Lang Syne even though we didn’t know the words. Because, really, who does?
Happy New Year everyone! Here’s to lots more things of joy in 2015.
(Yes I know there’s four things but it was a really good day)

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Rooftop cinema. Great location, good film, comfy beanbags and Malteasers. The surprise carnival band in Fremantle.
The delicious honey cake.

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A day of food smell memories. Red wine-y bolognese, coffee and smoked salmon. Mum’s cooking, camping holidays and dad.
A free slice of cake.
My flatmate walking past my work and sticking his tongue out at me. 

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Listening to some women speaking Spanish in the sun.
A very green, very healthy, very delicious dinner.
Coffee cake at work. Reminded me of my dad.

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Finishing the chocolate brownie steak cake for his birthday.
Doing a good job at my sewing class. The T-shirt looks awesome so far.
Having a mini break through about my feelings and realising that things are getting better.