Drake card
Vietnamese fish.
Being happy with me. I’m happy. I’m good. I like me.
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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.
My colleague had to have his goat put down last week? Oh, had he been carrying it for a while?
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Booked Toulouse! France here I come 🍞🧀☕🍷☀
Walking past the Women of World War II memorial
Power ballads and Drake. And the resulting chair dancing.
Dinner and drinks with Georgie.
My first bubble tea. Served by a hilarious and lovely man.
Georgie saying lovely things about me. And Liam too apparently.
Walking to Holborn (as usual) and singing Call Your Girlfriend the whole way.
Oh and I ordered my new phone.
Did some lino printing with Jonny at my house. I did vaginas and he did a SICK Drake.
Had a nap at work.
Chocolate Oatly. Yum.
Being at Latitude. Its so beautiful!
The pink sheep
The beautiful sky
All the food!
Finding Drake!
Dancing dancing dancing.
Three little things 