Archives for posts with tag: home

Coming home to London at the golden hour.

Seeing all our loo rolls, stacked around the house.

Having a shower in mum and dad’s lovely shower.

People liking my vulva decoration. I think I’m going to make some and try and sell them.

Pasta in soup.

A cup of green tea in my cosy living room before an early night.

Hooooome. No more hen party.

Lying in the park, texting James.

Hearing that 100 Vaginas made the young women feel much happier with their vulvas. 😍

Also my plant has the beginnings of tomatoes and I went out for lunch on my own again. Hello vegan food and silence.

Walking round the Old Town, taking photos of the beautiful, crumbling buildings.

A sexy moment in MoMa

Carrefour. I love a foreign supermarket.

Home home home.

Texting James.

Naked yoga. And the relaxation at the end.

Unpacking, changing my bed, doing some washing and just being back at home after a long week away.

Seeing our new pot up on the shelf. Such a happy little fella.

Eating cake. Two cakes.

OkCupid messages.

Walking around Pisa on my own

The Pisa tower fail photo

Getting home and unpacking and washing

The idea that I might be able to buy a house. In Islington.

The abundance of blossom everywhere. Fleeting and beautiful.

Not listening to anything. Just silence

An evening watching RuPaul with Jonny. Do, do, do, do the moves! 🤦

The International Women’s Day networking event at lunchtime.

Marmite on toast and a London Fog when I got home after a long day.

My little cousin got my best friend’s book for Christmas. And I told everyone that he wrote it. And then she read some to me.

Getting home. Hello flat. Hello London. Hello peace and quiet.

Texting Alex.

A day with Jonny – Assassin’s Creed, organic shopping and sewing

New table

Cooking new things

New plants on my windowsill

The surprisingly delicious aubergine brownie

Starting. Starting the building blocks for Freddie, starting the idea of selling the embroidered vulvas and starting the planning for my next vulva party.

Doing some embroidery again

Cleaning. I like having a clean house

Being outside having a walk in the sun along the railway line

These words about me, from a best friend.

Wearing my skinny jeans and boots and listening to music and waking with confidence, feeling like a fabulous woman.

Dusting my room and feeling homely and tidy again.

The incredible sunrise as we landed back in the UK. And seeing London from the plane. And working out where my house is.

Autumn leaves and a sunny and surprisingly hot walk in the park

My little flat and my fabulous housemate.

Quiet sunny lunch at home after some work in a different, prettier office

Feeling happier and chattier. Talking to Sarah and doing a bit of mental health championing.

Chatting and poppadoms with my cousin

I tried an Ofo bike. It was pretty exhilarating to cycle to work!

Playing with Mrs Edwards

Getting home

Food shopping with Jonny

Loving my beautiful white and plant-y flat.

Watermelon. I love watermelon.

The image from Jo about being a cool, childless aunt that travels and has money and everyone thinks is cool. Reignited me.

Putting up my exhibition of clean air posters made by kids. It looks so sweet! I’m really happy with it.

Itsu lunch. Because this week needs it.

Just being with Jonny in the flat, making silly jokes, sharing chocolate, watching him play Assassin’s Creed. We’ve definitely settled in now.

(Plus the beautiful vulva pin and being a photo of Han looking all pregnant and lovely)

Another lunchtime lying in the park

A night at home, on my own, just pottering. Finally!

Everything coming together for Thursday – signs arriving, bike tags out, posters up. I’m almost there.

Getting home.

Buying all the healthy salad. Eating all the healthy salad.

Spending the evening with Stuart. I missed him.

We got the flat!

Texting Stuart. It’s more fun when he’s not at work.

Sarah and the aubergine photo. I laughed SO HARD.

Putting a deposit down on a flat. A nice flat!

An evening with Jonny, planning the new house.

Stuart telling me he misses me.


The dome on top of the Reichstag. 

Home sweet home. Hello vegetables.

Lots of texting. He’s very sweet.


Coming home. To this incredible birthday present from my housemates!

A bath and a face mask.

Alec drinking beer with my cake mum.

A morning to myself, in the nice hotel room on the huge bed. Then a lovely wander to the train station.

Getting confident and sure of myself. Knowing things. Doing them before they’re asked. Being organised. 

Home. Home home home. Sleep. 


The half a slice of cake with a cup of tea after lunch. That was nice.
Staying home. Rather than making myself go in. That was the right decision.

Booking a weekend away. This weekend. I need a break. 


Coming home to discover one of my sunflowers is now ENORMOUS!

Watching the slow mo video of us jumping into the pool again. And still laughing.

Doing some gardening. It felt good to be back out there, pulling up weeds and cutting the lawn.


Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.

Coming home to a very short, old dog.

A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.


Being all together as a family, having lunch in the garden for the last time.

Watching Ben laugh so hard retelling the new Dad’s Army film that he cried.

Coming back to Lauren. And my garden smells. Someone who can commiserate with me and a nice place to sit before the week starts again.