My wreath.
Muji. Oh, Muji.
My lovely new housemate cooking me dinner.
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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.
The Christmas cleaning cart.
The bulldog’s back legs as it walked.
Making a willow wreath at work. I love working at the Hackney office.
Three little things 