Amazing ice patterns in beautiful, frosty Bristol.
Getting home to my room and my space. A bit of organising, a bit of throwing away, a bit of rearranging.
Clean white sheets and a white lampshade.
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Frosty walk through the park to work.
All the food at Dishoom. Especially those mini milk dessert things.
Salopettes! I’m gonna go skiing!
A frosty 11 mile walk in the Surrey countryside.
Pork and cheese map mishaps.
Mona’s dribbling, ice smashing friend.
Seeing the frost on the rooftops and it suddenly really feeling like Christmas.
An owl pun I came up with for work. I kept coming back to it and laughing more. ‘Owls made from toilet rolls. You’d be a twit not twoo.’
Getting another big thing ticked off the list for our first pop up on Sunday. Another thing not to have to stress about.
