Archives for posts with tag: fire

Listening to Touch by Little Mix on the train. It puts me in such a good mood!

Reunited with Han, Jonny and Jo!

The beautiful little cottage for my birthday. Within 10 minutes of being inside, the fire was going, the PJ’s were on, the snacks were open and the beers were started. It was perfect!

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Christmas! 

Presents, cooking together, all the food, Jane and Tony coming over, all the cheers-ing, chatting to Stuart on the phone, my new DMs, Stick Man, skyping with the Fems, sitting in front of the fire, playing with Alexa, a feminist book from my brother, Alec’s weird melting video, playing the piano, Soph getting the body mop, Snapchat and naming a gravy boat after Stuart. 


Discovering Hyrrs (feminist hymns) and doing a couple of hours volunteering for Bloody Good Period, sorting out tampons and pads and eating mince pies.

Travelling around London and everyone is happy and smiling and carrying big bags full of presents to take home for Christmas. 

Everyone together for Christmas in B&H’s house. Indian food, fire, family. So lovely. Let Christmas begin!

Kicking through the bright yellow leaves on the pavement.

The whole wood working day. The bright blue sky, being outside, the fire, making a bowl, the feminist chat at lunchtime, the end result. It was brilliant.

Smelling like wood smoke


A walk through the little park, to get out the house.

Flirting with Brian.

The house party! Dancing with Alec. Howling into the wind. The fire. Laughing with Lauren.


The beautiful Weir Gardens. The river, the wooden play park, the drying onions, the walled garden.

Dinner and half pints with Jonny. Even though he made me nearly cry.
Coming home and sitting by the fire in the garden with my housemates. And then playing Rag on the Wire. Excellent new game.


Kayaking and paddle boarding on the lake. Floating peacefully in the sun until…

MUD FIGHT!

Doug’s incredible fire food. Excellent pepper.

Playing games for Corinne’s birthday. Mini Jenga, body parts and the one where I laughed too hard at ‘hole’.

Good chats and nice moments.


Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.

Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.

Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.


Walking round Wilkinson’s, getting excited by glittery toilet seats, fake stone foxes and soft towels.

Chucking away a carful of stuff. 

Spending the evening in the hot tub, with wine and then sitting by the fire. On my own and loving it.