The quiet pub, where the barman recognises me. I think.
Accidental Rowan’s for New Year’s Eve. Complete with a Mario Kart, basketball, dancing, air hockey and pool.
Going for cheesy food and then deciding to go back into another pub for a gin. And a chat with a Spanish man that couldn’t speak English.
Free hat with the big tampon and pad deliveries! Yay! #freeperiods
Having to cut off a conversation with dad because 3600 tampons were arriving on my doorstep. When I text him to apologise he said not many dad’s would hear that story from their daughter and he was proud of me for helping a good cause. He’s such a babe.
Stuart came round mine and drunk weird strawberry gin with my housemates and it was lovely. I like having him here to stay.
Gindependance day party!
Minimalist beer.
Being told I’m radiant. By two super lovely and super hot women.
Spending the day just me and my parents, doing some tourist things around the city.
Finishing off my hat. And I didn’t do it wrong!
A lovely evening eating delicious food, watching Cuban dancing in the street and showing my parents the gin place that I’ve been wanting to take them to.
Having lunch in a great little cafe with a huge garden out the back filled with plants and birds and sun and reggae music.
The lovely, helpful guy from the alcohol shop who helped us pick out a good local gin for my parents when they arrive.
The Welsh pub! Went for after work drinks and stayed for ages. It felt like a real pub. Sticky floors, drunk chatty landlord and full of Welsh people!
Eating Skips for the first time in ages.
The party. The gin, the talking, the friends and singing Pulp really loudly.
Getting a Kinder Beuno for the bargain price of 50p.
Three little things 