The colour of the walls in the Beardsley exhibition at the Tate. That dark turquoise.
An accidental boyfriend/girlfriend chat. And a whole day together.
A weird but good play about canabalism in the Vaults at Waterloo. Lots of ketchup. I loved the atmosphere down there too.
Colour.
Ove.
Him.
A morning swim. I like the getting ready for work in the changing rooms too.
My colourful breakfast of organic porridge and loads of fruit (that’s not actually my porridge because 1) I was too hungry to even think about pausing to take a photo and 2) I did not make mine look nice at all. I just wanted to eat the thing)
The orange light on the landing.
Three little things 