Archives for posts with tag: daal


The puppy in the street that was excited to see me. 

A delicious naan from the naan shop plus some Waitrose daal and a nice, normal chat with Matt.

An email from Jonny, being grateful for the packing list. Babe. 

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Completely unexpected views of white cliffs on the train.
Flatmates. Cocktails. Almost Bao. Clearing rooms.

Call me on that late night daal.

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The little corner shop that sells organic amazingness. I can’t believe I haven’t been before.
Daal and naans with Becky and Lauren.
Nan suddenly getting better. Enough to call her carer a bitch. Not funny in itself but good to know she’s back.