Archives for posts with tag: driving


Alec changing into his driving shoes before setting off in the fanciest hire car I’ve ever driven.

The beautiful treehouse on the lake on the alpaca farm for Corinne’s surprise birthday.

Kayaking in the dark, sex pond in the rain and shooting stars.

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Driving the biggest van for the smallest amount of stuff. With Jonny, obvs. 

The robin came back into the garden. It’s so brave. And she ate the worms Lauren gave her.

Multi-housemate gardening.

Driving through the countryside, down beautiful old lanes in the sunshine, singing as loud as I want.

Cuddles and secrets with my gorgeous little cousin.

Grapes and clotted cream. A dream mix.


Breakfast with Jonny.

Driving the van. With Jonny. And talking about him moving in with me. Or at least moving north.

The beautiful sunny weather. I love London in the sun. 


Sunny garden coffee mid pack with Bivan. 

Beyonce came on the radio as I was driving the van in the sun. The perfect moment.

Walking home with that lovely spring smelling air, the light fading. The light has just been everything today.


Knife problems.

Singing and driving.

Reading my feedback forms. 

Georgie came all the way to Barnet for me.

Singing in the van, driving through new bits of London whilst the sun shone. Especially coming up over the hill and seeing Ally Pally up ahead.

Another good event. Happy people. Lovely comments. Even managed to sit down and eat some Turkish bread and hummus.

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. 


Brilliant Christmas Bake Off Good Eggs chats again. Bonas. 

Walks with dad and finding the solar panels at the end of the village.

Driving around all the roads of my childhood as the sun set, singing loudly. 


Driving! And singing as loudly as I wanted to.

Helping Ben and Han clean the house before Christmas. Scrubbing stairs with toothbrushes, using the water Hoover and admiring Ben’s amazing work on the flooring.

Singing Christmas carols with nan. And her reaction to Ben. Plus I understood her today. She talked right to me. And her ‘steady on!’ to mum sounded just like the nan from my childhood.