Archives for posts with tag: happiness


Smashing out most of my application this evening. And it’s good!

Getting a message back, finally. And he’s into eco shit! Double win.

The cute old couple by the pond. In love, laughing and sat so close you couldn’t put a bit of paper between them.


The Nova Joy plant has flowered! New beautiful joy here we come!

Sitting in the garden, picking weeds with Lauren.

Then chatting to her for quite a while. Looking up Russian dating sites, talking about garden plans (mostly solar powered fairy lights). It was exactly what I needed. 


Impromptu easter egg hunt at work this morning.

Feeling back on track with Hannah

Yoga. For the first time in a long time. And feeling so blissed. There was a moment of just pure joy. Which was made even better because when I first arrived I was pissed that it was a yoga teacher I previously didn’t like. But it was a really great class. Must. Be. More. Open minded.


The sun, the birds, meditation. General happiness. I feel like the happiness could just burst out of my chest today.

You Can Call Me Al on the tube. Remembering Al’s wedding.

Conference giggles. The adorable old lady, stroke poo, texting Jen. And Joff. And Danny.


Knife problems.

Singing and driving.

Reading my feedback forms. 

I’ve finally got the avocado emoji!

Chatting to Jonny in Phnom Penh. He sounds so happy!

I got my tattoo! And it was done by a lovely woman in a bright studio. Joy joy joy!

(Also, because it was a lovely day, there’s more than 3.

The beautiful light coming through the window. The fresh air and the smell of spring. 

Texting Joff in Lidl. And him trying out baking. 

Dinner and cocktails with Rosie. Coconut oil lols. Sharing stories. )


Walking round Wilkinson’s, getting excited by glittery toilet seats, fake stone foxes and soft towels.

Chucking away a carful of stuff. 

Spending the evening in the hot tub, with wine and then sitting by the fire. On my own and loving it.

Drake card

Vietnamese fish.

Being happy with me. I’m happy. I’m good. I like me.


The green wood bowl workshop. I made a bowl from a chunk of log using an axe, an adze, a chisel and a knife. It was amazing! And such hard work. But I did it. 

Doing it with Jim. I love him. What an amazing friend to have had for 25 years. He’s one of the most caring and supportive men I know. I’m so lucky.

Watching Happy.


A night of knitting, pizza, mulled wine and Christmas songs. Starting with this beautiful pike of unraveled wool.

The fox sauntering down the road after work.

Feeling happy. Really genuinely happy. Like the old me happy.