Making Aster smile.
The beautiful river in Kelvedon.
Making the effort to go see Ciaran and the others.
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Hearing about Jo and Noah’s day out. Complete with shit covered clothes and multiple difficult bus journeys.
Editing my video and getting it online.
Ciaran looking up all the Etsy VAT stuff for me.
Roast kale that just disappears in your mouth like magic.
The cow that looks like a tiger.
Hot cross buns.
Ciaran: “I only lasted 2 minutes”
Cinque Terra
Climbing the big hill and looking out over the village
Plus messaging two guys at once in the evening. That was a nice boost
Having someone to message on OKCupid.
Getting things done. When I’m busy I get a bit frantic but I enjoy it. Mostly. Me, Gust and Jen had some good moments today, getting our training ready together.
Ciaran’s story about the woman who drank soap. And wants to feed her kids conkers.
This dog fart photo. I couldn’t actually handle this at lunch time.
A sideways laughing emoji from Alec. Eeeeeh.
Ending a boring date and discovering messages from him. I hope it means something. 🙈
First day at work. Smashed it.
Pub with Ciaran and Alec. The dream team.
Doug sent me a vagina graffiti for my Instagram.
A soya mocha. Wanky and delicious. And exactly what I wanted.
A big curry with everyone. And Ciaran. He makes me laugh.
A text from dad, asking me to dinner.
The amazing brunch. Three courses in a perfect, perfect place. Even the toilets were great.
Ciaran: ‘From the inside’
Looking out over all of Porto, the beautiful terracotta roofs and colourful buildings.
Portugal! We’re in Porto and it’s brilliant and beautiful and sunny and I got really drunk and danced to Latino music.
Ciaran and the tiny spoon.
Alec and the tiny part of him.
Three little things 