Archives for posts with tag: daffodils

How neat and smooth my bed looked this morning

My flowers from Roger

A funny date with Chris

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Flowers on my way to work

Spoken word night for feminists. Some incredible women and amazing poems.

Running for the bus down the middle of the road afterwards.

An email from a women on Friday, thanking us for what we did and saying she’s now signed up for therapy. Such an incredible feeling.


Crouch End Broadway. It’s like a little village or rural town. So adorable. 

Going through some woods… FOR WORK. I touched dogs!

Sewing. I forgot how much I love you.

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The daffodils in my room
A new job? Maybe.
But also being told that I stood out as a brilliant, clever and quick thinking person in the interview for my current job. It was nice to hear that.

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Daffodils. Just because. And they remind me of mum.
The sun.
Delicious salmon.

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Having my parents here. So lots of smiles. Way too many to pick just three.

Crawling through the huge metal Antony Gormley sculpture with them

Spotting the four people high up on the Shard

Watching dad peer out the windows of the DLR with excitement

Mums face as she finally got to see the Gormley exhibition

The beautiful daffodils they bought me

Seeing the bold fox in the car park again

Showing them the Olympic stadium

Just having them here, near me, spending time together.