Archives for posts with tag: hangover

My huge Turkish breakfast. So delicious.

Napping on the sofa.

Gu chocolate mousse.

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Aside from the worst hangover ever, it was nice to spend some time with Stuart without needing to get up and leave really early.

The pizza that Jo bought round for me. So needed.

Watching Miracle on 34th Street with a hungover Matt, mainly napping.

Waking up to funny stories with my cousin.

Matilda was at our house again! Lots of strokes.

Going for a walk around the park as the sun set and the hangover slightly receded. 


Matt cooking me eggs for a hungover breakfast.

Matt cooking us a roast for a still slightly hungover Sunday dinner.

Gusty having his baby!


Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.

Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.

Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.


Paper food.

An evening at Sarah’s. Pizza, chocolate, sex chat. 

A long brunch with Holly.

Discovering Rudolf is female.
Work quiz. Lots of lols and snacks plus we won.

Cheesey carby dinner to beat off the hangover. (Oh god, so hungover)


Went to the cinema on my own for the first time.

Nailed the hangover. So prepared. So smug.

Bought the appropriately named lipstick I wanted. And another colour too. Obvs.

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The naan
Finding sandpaper
Mike’s poo story. ‘So I had to dedicate most of the morning sorting out that situation’.

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My boyfriend bringing me toast and painkillers to ease my hangover as I lay pathetically sprawled on the sofa trying to work

And then buying biscuits, ice cream (twice) and French cakes

Wearing a nice outfit out in the evening and feeling really happy in it

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French toast. Perfect for a hangover.

Cosy cuddles and snoozing.

I made a bag for my sister in law. And it turned out really well!

Mashed potato. As a response to the hangover.

Finding out the name of the new baby (Hello Theodore. Welcome to the world)

Bumping into a good friend on the dark walk home from the tube.

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