Archives for posts with tag: good eggs

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.

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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.