Some ridiculous dating profiles out there today
No Country For Young Women as I walked in the sun
The end of yoga. So relaxed. Never wanted to move.
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My new plants. Hai fella.
Having him help me pick a chocolate bar from Seville.
Free comedy night in Angel. It was good to get out and do something.
I got invited to join a vagina coalition!
The social faux pas tweets. I read them twice and couldn’t stop laughing.
Watching TV with Matt. A really nice evening, giggling, sharing crisps and deserts.
Travel Man. Silly. Funny.
Seeing Toby and Jane and Granny at the theatre.
Watching Han’s incredible students perform The Tempest. It was so good. I was so proud of her and all her kids. I’m glad I made the effort to go down for it.
South African and Russian accents.
I’m fish fingering myself.
NO.
Rehearsing for Mirth Control and seeing our view out into the Royal Festival Hall from where we’ll be singing. Eek!
So much walking. Over two hours of London walking. And claimed as working hours. Win.
‘Who gave you that computer? The 1980’s?’
The milkman’s big bum (he joked about it).
Teasing my boss.
A woman that reminded me of my nan.
Deciding what we’re going to do in December. Hello Australia.
Stepping out from the kitchen into the alleyway behind work for some fresh air at lunchtime. No wind, a warmer day and so fresh after being in a hot cafe.
The same guy from yesterday came in and told me again how funny he thought my fish pun sign was. You’d think that wouldn’t still make me happy. But it does!
Someone coming into work to tell me how funny he thought my fish pun was.
Banana, cream and chocolate.
“I left work early and I thought ‘oh good, I get to spend more time with you’ “
Winning at tickling my boyfriend by some top class trickery.
Mashed potato leftovers at work.
Facebook conversations with my housemates. We’re a pretty hilarious bunch.
A bit in the book I’m reading made me smile (I want to say ‘out loud’ for some reason) on the tube
Discovering the brilliantly funny Hadley Freeman and Sara Pascoe at the Book Slam in Clapham
I realised that my journey home and my boyfriends journey home would mean our arrivals into the tube station would be pretty close. As I got off one tube I craned my neck searching for him, gathering some odd looks. He wasn’t there. As I got on the next, a second tube load of people arrived and rushed across the platform. Again I craned my head, searching. Again, looking a bit weird. Again, I couldn’t see him. As we pulled away I realised that there he was, less than a meter in front of me, with a large man inbetween us. I tried to catch his eye by smiling madly and waggling my head (yes, still getting strange looks) but it wasn’t until we got off that I managed to get to him. A lovely walk home together followed. With no funny looks.
This octopus
Two parcels with presents in. I love post and I love presents.
Hanging out with two of my oldest and best friends
Organising a freebie.
This baby tapir
And Buzzfeed’s 35 dumbest things said on the Internet. But specifically this.
A squirrel eating a chip
Working in what I can only describe as my dream city home
He’s back!
Image: ukwildlifeblog
First mince pie of the year. Shut up, I know it’s November.
Seeing the beautiful St Paul’s cathedral glowing in the night skyline.
John Richardson. Hilarious.
Image: wasaweb
The sign at Tottenham Court Road station. Today it had a Winston Churchill quote: If you’re going through hell, keep going.
The portrait photography exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. My favourite was the image above. ‘Displaced migrant from Libya #1’ by Antoine de Ras.
A brilliant joke by Peter Serafinowicz in 8 out of 10 Cats. Unfortunately it’s a physical joke so I can’t re-tell it. But trust me, it was funny.
Three little things 