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An evening with Rosie, sacking off the Happiness Festival for wine and chats instead.

My amazing birthday present from them! My vulva design, etched into a silver necklace. I’m in love.

Wagamama. I forgot how delicious it was.


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. 

A spot of sewing, turning a collared shirt into a more simple neckline.

A wander down Exmouth Market, buying nice wine, handmade leather purses, cute cards and mulled wine for two, for a chat with a friend.

Feeling positive. Feeling good. Feeling like it’s all going to be alright. I like myself. I’m proud of myself. I’m doing good.


Singing Starman at the Sunday Assembly.
A cup of tea in a pub with Hannah.
Some dresses. Because why not.


Having a shower with the sun shining through the window. It’s nice to have a shower in the daylight but it also reminded me of showering at home in the summer, knowing I had a whole day of being outside in the garden or the countryside ahead of me, with my parents near by and everything being safe and normal.
The weather was beautiful today. The market was full with people buying bags of fresh, colorful good and afterwards I sat on the dock, thinking and meditating a bit and for the first time thinking to myself that maybe I could stay here longer. It’s a beautiful city. And the winters are just so sunny.
The sunlight glittering off the sea. It looked like an elaborate light show just for me.


Chatting to an old friend from home about happiness.
Sleeping in till 9.
Fart noises.


A newspaper article about happiness. *warmth spreading*
Putting on hot socks straight out the drier and then putting on warm slippers. Toasty toes.
Starting to write about our journey. My first book. Perhaps.


An adorable 3 year old boy on a Chinese talent show dancing and talking about happiness.
Skyping with friends back home and finding out where they’re getting married.
A delicious veggie curry and cheese roti wrap from the market.


After six months traveling and dutifully writing down my three things everyday in my little red diary (except for the one awful day when I just couldn’t find more than one thing that made me smile), we arrived in New Zealand and I abruptly stopped. I don’t know why but boy, did I notice it.
Maybe it was the drain of searching for a job or missing all my friends and family but I’ve found myself getting quite down and looking past the daily smiles.
And it has to change. Today is the day. For two reasons: I finally got my beautiful new phone and almost immediately downloaded the WordPress app. And I had a god-awful day in a run of pretty shitty days.
So this is it, happiness is in the air and back online.