Archives for posts with tag: good eggs

This part of the canal always seems so sunny and beautiful.

Picking up The Vagina Bible. Not even read the first paragraph and a woman tells me how excited she is to read it, especially after the advertising has been banned.

Good Eggs lols about double enders.

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The chihuahua with the tiny head and big lab body. And friends that send silly photos to cheer me up.

Having lunch on my own. Eating my bento lunchbox, wearing my silver top and reading.

Cooking and baking. Banana pancakes, oaty banana biscuits and broccoli cakes.

This shop sign.

The photos from Leorgie’s wedding. Jonny jumping, cake cutting, photo bombing and speech giggles.

Having a ridiculously popular Instagram post. Over 3,000 likes so far. PB.

Walking around Pisa on my own

The Pisa tower fail photo

Getting home and unpacking and washing

Going for a walk up the hill and seeing the baby goats, the old shepherd and run down buildings.
Yoga with Adriane outside with everyone.
Lucca. Pretty. And with an ominous yellow sky above the church.
Naked bath with the Fems. Including candles, face masks, cheese and crisps.

Wine tasting and the beautiful olive groves

The egg hunt back at the villa

Hot tubbing with the mountains in the background

The name game plus bonus behind the curtain round

That tiramisu

Ciaran: “I only lasted 2 minutes”

Cinque Terra

Climbing the big hill and looking out over the village

Plus messaging two guys at once in the evening. That was a nice boost

A day of sunbathing by the pool, diving, BBQing, playing ping pong with Han and Jonny, eating everything and yoga outside with a view of the Tuscan hills.

The dinner in the little cafe at the bottom of the hill.

Walking down the hill at sunset.

Not being at work when everyone else is at work.

Driving a nice car in Italy on quiet roads. And listening to ‘That’s Amore’ as our first car song.

The beautiful villa. The pool. The hot tub. The views.

Leorgie wedding with all the Eggs:

Doing a reading, and then being told all evening how great it was!

Dancing to the live band

The beautiful tipi

The big fire outside

Hugs with the fems

Wearing glittery socks

Their adorable speeches

Seeing them so happy together and watching their first dance

A hug

Lols with Alec and Doug and some other eggs at the pub. Ice cream man, cream pie and vulva casting.

Chips.

Getting into bed with a hot water bottle after walking home in the rain.

Walking in the woodsLols with some of the eggsFleabag. When she drops the award. When she stands up in the Quaker meeting.

Did the crow in yoga for the longest I’ve ever done it (still not long but still)

I was on TV. Talking about being raped. And my friends were just the loveliest about it all.

Just walking around, in the sun, at lunchtime feeling badass in my denim jacket.

Good Egg Christmas party!

Charades with the extra round behind the towel.

All the food and the silver jam tarts and the big brie and the homemade veggie rolls

Telling Andrew I’m not coming back to the office

Tea and shortbread at Jo’s

Planning Egg Christmas with Jonny.

Plus Beard chat with home friends.

Eggs lolz in the morning with Alec and Doug.

Having the morning to myself and sitting in the sunny living room ordering food processors and hoovering and waxing and eating cheese on rye bread

The leaves at the new photography centre at the V&A.

Making a turmeric latte.

Dinner, drinks and coming home with Stuart

Watching the sunbathing blackbird at lunchtime. And discovering that that is what she was doing.

Good Eggs stupid photos. Mainly of Alec. Really made me laugh.

Finishing the day with a phone call from Eric, who wants to help me get more street art in the borough. I like it when people want to help you.

I went to the gym for the first time in forever. I went an hour before it opened by accident so it was completely empty.

A couple of the photos at the Sony World Photography Exhibition.

A night out in Brixton with the London Eggs.

Waiting for the bus in the brilliant sunshine. So lovely after weeks of grey.

Pressing the final curtain lining. Thank god! Now I can start sewing.

Voice messages from the Good Eggs. Especially Alec singing chinbone.


We’re going to be at WOW! I’m so excited!

Going into Liberty for the first time. That place is ridiculous.

The Good Eggs in the pub for Corinne’s return. Such a funny night. Susan, bring in the Hellman’s. 


Spending the afternoon with W. And finally making it to Dotori.

A walk in the sun

Accidentally getting too drunk in Shoreditch with some of the Good Eggs. Sorry Wiseman. 

Walking in the beautiful crisp, blue skied morning. What a lovely day.
Puberty Ed. And getting a round of applause for how funny it was. 

Good Eggs Christmas. All 10 of us (plus Kim). We haven’t all been together in ages. So much food, so much laughter. Such good friends. 

Vaginaments. I need these.
My first Thai massage. So crack-y.

The loud cat that snuck in and gave me the vicious meow. And the following WhatsApps. 


Mint Magnum

Alec and Ciaran’s Good Eggs argument

The yoga instructors voice. Off-putting but also funny. Reeee. Laxed.


A coffee with Jo

Bridge photos on Good Eggs. ‘On a bridge, LOOKING AT A BRIDGE’

Finding Coral Courage lipstick.

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Quick break from work to go to my bosses daughter’s Sports Day. Lots of cheering and some almost tears.
More Good Egg chat. Specifically presents and Alec.
Watching a programme about the utter bollocks that is clean eating and feeling a lot better about myself. I love food.