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Cutting the grass.

Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.

Beautiful clouds.

A beautifully sunny day, spent in a pretty garden with my family, chatting to my cousins.

Lying on the grass, my heart beating into the ground and the sun beating down on my face.

Stroking a calm dog and she snuggled back into me.


Sunny lunch in the park.

Locking ourselves out the office. Enforced iced tea in the sun. Which we didn’t even have to pay for! #win

Got asked on a date.

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Walking to to the station past the park and in the sun.
Sharing secrets and eating peanut butter ice cream with Jonny
Veep season 3. Finally.

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Breakfast in the garden. Toast, fresh coffee, a magazine and sunshine.
Cutting the grass with the strimmer.
Lee Miller: A Women’s War at the Imperial War Museum. The cycle powered hairdressers made me smile. And the production of Vogue in the 1940’s.  And just what a badass she was.

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This owl graffiti that looked like a damp patch.
The freshly cut grass on the walk to work.
85p naans. Exactly when I wanted cheap naan. Thank you universe.

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A moment to myself on the bench in the park, with the sun on my face
The colour of the sky as I left the office. With the beautiful sliver of moon hanging there.
Swimming in the lido after work, under the beautiful dark sky. It was amazing to look up and see the night above you.

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Smelling the grass and the air at Aotearoa Stonehenge.
His dad saying bellend and not meaning a penis and me smirking with my head down, trying not to laugh.
An accidental fart. Funnier because I couldn’t laugh as much as I wanted to.