Beautiful wooden things and coffee with Bivan.
Christmas decorations with Jonny. Yes, in November.
Our pub and then Bridget Jones with too many cheesy balls.
Oh and Nat sending me a recording of him playing a Christmas song on the tuba. That actually really made me smile for a long time.
A lunch time walk with the WEN women. That was a really nice connection.
Walking down a beautiful new street. Saw a huge wooden bird in a window.
New No Such Thing As A Fish podcasts on the bus. Really made me laugh.
The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.
The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas.
Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous.
Did a bit more carving on my bowl. It’s smoother now. And I finally got to use a curved knife.
Set up OKCupid. And currently don’t feel bad about any of it.
Made a great soup. Yes to Sunday cooking.
Dad got the job!
I whittled a spatula.
Yes Bitch. K Rizz.
Laura Ashley bubble bath in my bath after a long, strenuous day. It smelled so good.
Whole milk.
I bought some wood. First steps.
Blue skies. Beautiful blue skies.
Three Generations of Women, the feminist play at Greenwich Theatre.
The beautiful carved tile adverts in the theatre. So so lovely and so much better than paper posters.
Three little things 