Archives for posts with tag: date


A cold sunny walk around the park. Looking at Christmas trees and playing on the outside gym. My favourite tree was this squat little fella. 

Spending the evening with Stuart, drinking too much and eating delicious Indian food.

Cuddling. A lot of cuddling.

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The trees outside my bedroom window, orange and yellow against the blue sky in the morning.

The weather was so beautiful today. I went for an autumn walk to clear my head.

Walking around the gallery with Stuart, acting like a couple and being a bit drunk. 

Christmas songs, hot chocolate and crafting with Sarah.

We made wreaths!

Dinner at Stuart’s. 


A date where I didn’t get drunk. And still had a nice time.

A great big folded over cheesy pizza.

A big feminist chat with Naomi. Sharing things I’ve not talked about before and finding someone that feels the same. 


Meeting Cordelia and hearing all about how the workshops work. And the period burlesque.

Second date. He’s funny.

Kissing. Lots of kissing.


New toaster. She’s a beauty.

Making envelopes. It’s nice to be crafty.

A fun first date. 


Seeing the early morning sky, with the sun peaking up, orangey-yellow, through the clouds.

Getting asked on a date.

Standing by the tube intersection door and getting the breeze all up in my hair. I love that feeling.

(I don’t have any photos that fit this. But I was sad that I didn’t use this fish photo the other day. So I’m putting it in. It’s my blog anyway and I can do what I want)


Going lambing! I was so excited. And by far the oldest child with their parents on the farm.

The smell of my haircut. 

Wine, wine, olives, wine, kissing.

Going to see The Iris by myself.

Continuing the solo date with a walk up the hill in Greenwich park and then a wine in the pub.

Followed by a real date at Street Feast with heaps of delicious food and the pottery show.

Singing and driving the van. By myself.

The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.

Kissing.