Tash farting after cauliflower.
Ice cream that tasted like clotted cream.
Letting Elliott off the lead at Ally Pally and seeing her run around and fall over herself with excitement.
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Driving through the countryside, down beautiful old lanes in the sunshine, singing as loud as I want.
Cuddles and secrets with my gorgeous little cousin.
Grapes and clotted cream. A dream mix.
Spending the day with mum and dad. And getting my jars back.
Cream tea in the park.
Chatting boys with Lauren and Scarlett in the kitchen.
Three little things 