Archives for posts with tag: ducks

Waking up and stepping out the boat into a sunny duck filled marina. That’s a pretty lovely start to the morning.

Fluke, the beautiful canal dog.

Talking about Japan flights. And deciding to splash out on direct flights with BA. We grown ass women. We want to spend our money on nice things.

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A day of embroidery and podcasts by the radiator. I’m so proud of the boat logo on dad’s t-shirt. 

Becky’s 30th. Mainly chatting to Robyn about poo stories and her throwing up in her sleeve at a wedding. So funny.

Mum’s videos of the ducks, sliding about all over the ice.


Finding a feather in my egg box.

A beautiful walk in sunny West Sussex.

The influx on ducks at lunch.

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Taking a different route through the park on the way home. More water, more ducks, more deer. More happiness.
Discovering Barnet has a penis.
Another night of beer, all the Turkish food and ping pong with Jonny.

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A walk in the countryside with two best friends.
Having to stop the car and wait for an actual line of ducks to cross the road. I love coming home to the countryside.
Driving. I love driving.

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Seeing ducks at Old Street roundabout. They looked a little out of place.
A last minute evening out to a Vietnamese restaurant with 9 amazing friends.
Walking home with my jeans undone because I’d eaten so much food.

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The bold ducks who came right up to us at the park. Correction: came right up to our food.
Pride. What a film. Amazing.
The book of Christmas cracker jokes. What do angry mice give each other at Christmas? Cross-mouse cards.

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My boss bought this really shit card for our young colleague who turned 20 today. What 20 year old boy likes paintings of ducks?
Justine Smith. Very funny stand up. Broke her knuckle giving someone the finger.
A London Fog for my tea break.

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The announcement at the train station – ‘due to the inclement weather…’ Talk about an understatement. And inclement is just such a brilliant word.

The ducks swimming in the flooded fields

The entire evening. So much fun – dark walks in secret tunnels, games, friends, fireworks, a pretty village and loads of laughing. Happy new year everyone.

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