Archives for posts with tag: clouds


Being all together as a family, having lunch in the garden for the last time.

Watching Ben laugh so hard retelling the new Dad’s Army film that he cried.

Coming back to Lauren. And my garden smells. Someone who can commiserate with me and a nice place to sit before the week starts again. 

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The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.

My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.

Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did. 


Cutting the grass.

Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.

Beautiful clouds.


This funny tweet.

Walking around London with Jo. Plus a new Laos restaurant (with incredible rice) and a gallery.

The blue of the sky as I walked home, with the clouds super illuminated. There must have been a full moon.


The clouds, the light, the view. I’ll never tire of looking out that window.

Then the eerie orange light than made us feel like we were in some strange apocalypse film. The pollution apocalypse.

Delicious Korean food and I did it without eating meat.


Beautiful morning sky

Recycling facts. I 💚recycling

News that Corinne walked into a glass door and perfectly imprinted her face onto it.

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Nuts in your mouth.
Sunny Stratford-Upon-Avon.
The beautiful clouds as we drove back to London.

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The beautiful cloud formations on the plane.
Discovering the British passport has a UNICORN on it.
SNOW! Chamonix. FRANCE! Drinking hot wine outside with the stunning mountains in the background. The horse wearing a hat! The drummers. Touching a ski. Finding the crisps.
The ice hockey match. The shouting in French, the men, the crêpe, the fondue, the winning.

That’s loads more than three but it’s been such a fun day.

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The beautiful soft clouds
Flat card games
Going for a drink

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The clouds wrapping over the mountains by Lake Tekapo.
Pear pancakes for breakfast.
Garage mechanic banter. “And this….is completely empty.” Oh.