Beautiful Islington. God I love it here.
Going for a coffee and a pastéis de nata at lunchtime on my own, reading my book in the sunny cafe.
I had a proper to do list and actual things to do. It felt good.
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Having an iced coffee in the sun outside the new (to us) coffee place near our new house.
Walking slowly round Paks, looking at everything and not feeling rushed.
Lying in the park, reading in the sun on my own. It’s been a really relaxing quiet day.
Being out and about in the van and the sun, not the office.
Brew Crew. Being paid to have a coffee and a chat. That was nice.
A hot water bottle, a bowl of fruit and Love.
Going for a meeting with coffee, cake, big eyebrows and a walk around a beautiful secret garden.
Walking around in the sun, getting some little life admin things done. It’s nice to have some time off work.
A thunderstorm.
A 50th party in a golf club. Unexpectedly fun.
When his socks matched the floor of the Tate. And the woman next to us laughed too.
Getting hyped up on coffee and going to see the fatberg. And the cat memes that helped to get women the vote.
Discount Suit Company. Cocktails and chats.
BOW website is live! It’s happening.
Two nice meetings. One drinking coffee and walking around the park, mainly just getting to know each other. And one with two cool architects designing a fun project I want to do.
Dinner with Jana. In a beautiful Japanese restaurant.
Coffee and catch ups with my cousin at Tate Britain.
Walking through Green Park, arm in arm. And taking photos for her Bumble.
Going to see a musical last minute for £4. The fight scenes were hilarious!
Sewing a vulva
Watching Dawson’s Creek
Having a couple of coffees with Corinne
A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.
An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness.
An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.
Coffee with Jen. She was nice to me and didn’t tell me off.
Going to the WOW campaign workshop. So lovely to meet more fabulous women. And be asked for help on a project by someone who was facilitating it! Such a buzz.
Lottie’s party. Alec’s stories, seeing Ciaran, drunk Jonny, inflexible Doug and hanging out with Will. It was a really fun night!
Cutting the grass.
Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.
Beautiful clouds.
Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.
Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.
Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.
Even more sunflowers popping up.
Coffee in the sun with Jo. I needed hugs and sympathy after last night.
Walking around Gillespie Park. The bit I haven’t been to before. Flowers and bees and beautiful things. 🐝🌺🌼🌷🌻
All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.
An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike.
Starting off the day with a Queen Bee coffee.
Running around the forest with the kids, climbing on everything and being in the trees.
Going on the mini train.
A bloody brilliant dog photo.
This hilarious article about asking the irish parliament their views on Beyonce.
Being outside in the sunshine and blue skies, delicious coffees and kiwi cafes. What a perfect day.
P.s. and an unexpected but fun WhatsApp phone call about British reservedness
Sunny garden coffee mid pack with Bivan.
Beyonce came on the radio as I was driving the van in the sun. The perfect moment.
Walking home with that lovely spring smelling air, the light fading. The light has just been everything today.
A breakfast date with Holly before her honeymoon. Double coffee and an almond croissant and three hugs.
A hectic but quite fun day, doing four people’s jobs. The caffeine and mystery dessert left by Gust helped. Pretty sure it had alcohol in it.
My Secret Santa present from my housemate. He knitted me my vulva design! I was completely blown away – what an amazing and thoughtful (and time consuming) gift!
The London Upcycling Show, in this beautiful Art Deco, Soviet style building. Seeing all the reuse people I know and eating the delicious canapés.
Having an open and personal chat with Jen in the van on the way there. After the vagina chat.
A free coffee and pain au chocolat for breakfast. Lots of energy.
First time at Maltby St Market. So lovely.
Amazing coffee. Made me realise how bad other coffees have been recently.
The beautiful warm sunshine, walking back home through central London.
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 kid who threw his ice cream on the floor. And that stamped on it.
Reading a piece about the French loving spending time on their own. Just before I’m about to go to France on my own.
Coffee milkshake.
A coffee with Jo
Bridge photos on Good Eggs. ‘On a bridge, LOOKING AT A BRIDGE’
Finding Coral Courage lipstick.
Playing piano tiles with Ismay. Too exciting.
Becky is home!
Sharing a cup of decaf around before bed, like it was something illicit.
Booking Portugal places. #holiday
Late night coffee and cake. Feels so extravagant.
It’s happened. The Cliff Richard story breaks. Finally.
Breakfast in the garden. Toast, fresh coffee, a magazine and sunshine.
Cutting the grass with the strimmer.
Lee Miller: A Women’s War at the Imperial War Museum. The cycle powered hairdressers made me smile. And the production of Vogue in the 1940’s. And just what a badass she was.
The lovely volunteer that baked a cake and bought it in, still warm, for us to snack on as we painted the hub. Plus tea and fresh coffee.
Joking around with the builders. They are really nice guys.
White walls at work. It looks so much better. We got a lot done today.
Poo stories. My friend sharted and then I farted loudly in yoga. Too many laughs.
A coffee and a book. By myself, for myself.
I touched a genuine bar of gold.
Brunch date. Delicious food. Lots of giggles. Great coffee.
Shopping with Ciaran and Alec.
Curtain drama is over. Possibly. Thank god for the Europeans.
My new haircut. And style. That made me laugh all the way to the station.
The head massage
Hot cross bun and a coffee I made myself for a mid morning snack. Whilst listening to 6music play Bowie tributes.
