The good mood at work continues.
I smashed the presentation at the scary canal meeting.
Edith Piaf on the way home.
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Seeing my parents new flat for the first time. And giving them my handmade bowl as a housewarming gift. And it being fun. And nice. And no arguments.
Going for a drink at their local, cool pub. It’s nice here.
Okja. Sad but funny too. I want a big pig best friend.
Jen: Who’s Orangina is this?
James: DONT TOUCH IT
“Who’s Jen flirting with?”
I went for drinks with my colleagues after work. I LAUGHED. I TALKED. I FEEL NORMAL AGAIN. It’s ridiculous how different I feel.
I bought the organic washed cotton duvet from Muji. For Jonny. And for me. I spent all my money in there. I’m so happy. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.
Having everybody out for Hannah’s leaving party. Lovely friends.
Hanging out with W.
Trolley antics.
‘This is, Bushey’
A lovely walk in Hertfordshire, with the beginnings of green.
A night of beautiful singing (Hide & Seek was amazing), all fantastically organised by a great friend. Followed by fun drinks in a fun bar with a fun woman.
Three little things 