Archives for posts with tag: daal

Sewing again. Four little pairs of dungarees.

Cleaning the stairs, cutting back the hedge and sorting out the recycling bins.

A big creamy daal. With sweetcorn. And two sausages. 🤦‍♀️

The light and shadows through the flowers on my desk.

Cooking daal. I don’t feel like I’ve actually cooked anything for ages.

Sending the same bug emoji to Tash at the same time.

Litter picking in the sun.

Making a really delicious daal.

Having lots of nice story responses that say I’m the reason they like their vulva.

Dinosaur dick.

Homemade daal.

Mint chocolate and Next in Fashion.


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. 

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.