Archives for posts with tag: Christmas tree


Going over to Stuart’s to put up his Christmas decorations. 

Watching him play Assassin’s Creed. I’ve missed that game. 

The gaydar Mortified podcast. 

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A nice morning, waking up next to him. Getting compliments. And kisses.

CHRISTMAS TREE!! Me and Matt went to buy one from the park and then decorated it with Christmas songs blaring. I bloody love Christmas so much.

Making the effort to go to Dom’s birthday. It was really lovely to see him. And I got to talk to more people about vulvas. #win


A cold sunny walk around the park. Looking at Christmas trees and playing on the outside gym. My favourite tree was this squat little fella. 

Spending the evening with Stuart, drinking too much and eating delicious Indian food.

Cuddling. A lot of cuddling.


Christmas bench at the station.

Sitting in the sun on the platform. It was surprisingly warm, considering the frosty morning. 

Christmas arrived at the house. We put up the tree, decorated it and ate mince pies listening to Christmas songs. It’s the first time we’ve all been there together for more than 10 minutes for months. 

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The tree decoration.
The big double family Christmas.
When Hannah said shit by accident in the middle of Christmas dinner.

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The Christmas party. So many smiles. We got Andrew to dance! Zena sang directions to the pub as the time warp. I ate a lot of turkey. ‘There’s a poo in there!’ And Norwood likes me.
A beautiful lit up tree on the way home.

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Yaaasss! Bus giggles.
Rachel putting things in peoples bins on the tube.
Norwood and chickens. The Rachel’s and the Christmas tree. The hackney office is the best.

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The very worst of R Kelly
Making Christmas tree wreaths at Hackney
Forgetting everything and reliving Italian moments on a night out with Sadia.

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Christmas balls.
Folies Bergère.
Being alone together for the first time in a while.

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Putting the presents under the tree ready for tomorrow.
Floating in the pool in the sun with all my family. But no kids.
Dancing around the living room and singing Christmas songs really loudly.