Archives for posts with tag: drinking

Started talking at work again. Called James a flirt. Tried not to laugh at the word tits during the lunch break bird chat.

Immediate drinking with Jonny after work. What a fucking ridiculous day.

ICCO pizza. Oh how I love you.

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Jonny opening his present. He was genuinely so happy.

Jonny’s birthday, generally. But specifically:

Winning air hockey at Rowan’s.

Playing ping pong. With my secret smug look that was not so secret.

Ring of Fire until half 4. With card tricks.


Finally visiting the Handweavers Studio. So many beautiful threads, wools and raw wools. Lots of touching of things.

Discovering that dolphins used to be land mammals that looked like wolves. 😯

French burgers with Jo and Jonny. Drunk but delicious.

Stroking Pickles, the beautiful dog on the train. It’s so nice to be near such a calm animal.
(Shhh. Yes I know it’s four things today)


Having everybody out for Hannah’s leaving party. Lovely friends.

Hanging out with W.

Trolley antics.

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Smell of wood dust on the tube

That feeling you get after one drink at the end of work

That feeling you get after three drinks at the end of work

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Something I wrote at work for a big American website went down really well. Here and there.

Setting up the surprise advent calendar for my boyfriend. Each day has a treasure hunt clue leading to a chocolate. Because I know how much he loves treasure hunts.

A lovely, pleasantly drunken night out with everyone we used to live with, celebrating a friends birthday.