Archives for posts with tag: holly


Giving myself the morning to finish Atonement and relax in bed.

The #freeperiods protest outside Downing Street. Lots of cheering, glitter, red and menstrual products. And lots of fabulous feminists, obviously.

Chatting to Holly in New York. So nice to catch up.

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Remembering when Jonny and I were Mr and Mrs Bones. We made great incredible skeletons.

A goodbye dinner with Hol. Such a lovely evening. I’m really going to miss her. But she said some lovely things this evening that made me feel so good. I really feel like I can do this. I can achieve these things and I make this work. I have the skills. I just need to do it.

The food at Som Saa. Oh my god, so delicious. When that fish came out I almost died. 


Found a fiver in the leaves on the way to work. Looking at my feet pays off sometimes. Oh and I spent it on a pint.

Office bingo.

Drinks with Hol. Finally being able to talk to someone about everything in person. That was good.

Going for a walk and picking up a conker. A beautiful, not quite perfect conker. 

Watching a toddler playing in a puddle. He was so happy and so engaged. 

Holly got me two jobs. In about half an hour. That’s a good friend. 


Beers in the park after work with Holly

A Ben and Jerry’s ice cream sandwich

Community. My community.

Sitting in the garden in the sun, reading nan’s diary from the year I was born. It was lovely to feel connected with that nan again. My nan.

Early evening in the park with Holly, drinking a beer and looking at the flowers. In the bloody incredible sun. I love sunny London.

Feeling excited and ready to be on my own again. Feeling happy. As just me. Nothing else.

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Singing
Wine with Holly
Realising my friends are fabulous. The 18 hour stress yesterday made me realise I’ll be okay. I won’t be dead and alone for days.

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Working with James. He’s a good egg.
Knowing London. Feeling a part of it.
Holly made me laugh over coffee.