Our beautiful tree pits on the street.
Mum telling me that another boater called out to ask after my cyst as they passed by.
Reading in the sun after work in the park.
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Sitting in the park bench at lunch time, reading. Letting my eyes readjust to the green and blue of the park.
Realising that I’ve actually got a lot organised for Clean Air Day.
Having a long old chat with Libby at work.
I got my hair cut. FINALLY. And Maria was funny, if a little lax in some respects. I left hairy but beautiful.
Spending time with Jo. It was really lovely to chat to her.
Singing ‘Nothing compares to you’ with Jo and Hannah.
Chatting to Liv on the walk home.
Christmas email vote with James and Jon.
Reading recycling magazines at work.
Phone chats with Claire.
Heart eyes from Rachel.
Teasing Mike. “I need to….” “…finish the sentence?”
I really liked the splat mark of my teabag this morning.
Chatting to the lovely friendly woman on the Scottish food stall.
Walking home in the sunny warm evening, popping into a new charity shop and trying a few roads I haven’t walked down before.
Going to Te Papa after work for the Matariki light painting. So funny. And some amazing singing on an incredible stage.
A happy boss. Makes the day so much better. Plus she made loads of new sweet treats which I got to try.
Having a chat with my flatmate as he happened to walk past work on my break.
Eating two bananas. I had a craving.
Chatting to a friend I haven’t seen in a while
This website.
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A mid afternoon hot chocolate and girly catch up
Spotting a fox on top of a car in the car park. And then watching it leisurely stretch and wander off.
8 out of 10 cats.
Coming home!
Chatting to my parents on FaceTime.
Having a fruit bowl filled with all the colours and a fridge full of vegetables. Hello healthy eating.
Meeting my boyfriend for his lunch break. He’s been working so much that it was lovely to see him for an hour.
Getting the money back for a pair of jeans that I didn’t want (read: couldn’t really afford in the first place).
Having the time to lie on the sofa with my boyfriend and just chat about things.
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Three little things 