Archives for posts with tag: home

Seeing Shirley again. Seeing her smile.

The smell of the air back home. 

Seeing a new part of the next village that I’ve never seen before. Which is just nuts.

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Neat packing. Of the van and the container. 

The event was fun. I like chatting to the women I work with. Even if the event didn’t get as much attention as it should have. 

Showing off my tattoo. He really liked it.

Coming home to my housemates. Shared cigarettes and wine and dinner. It’s nice when we’re all together.


Getting most of the things I need from a small radius around my house. 

The most amazing Boomerang with Bivan.

Live music and fun company. And head touching. That was really nice.


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.


My hands.

Lunch with Rose and James. A little quiz and a nice chat. It was a nice quiet, calm work day and I got loads done. I made an excellent to do list.

Coming home. Home home. Parent hugs. Familiar smells.


A work beer. It’s been a long week.

Rosemary fries. So many rosemary fries.

Coming home to see my housemate’s purple light shining from his window. Apparently he’s made a light system for his plants. Not weed. Just regular plants. I like my housemates.


A walk around the park, past the swans before work. 

Working from home in the afternoon. Sitting on the sofa next to Matt, helping Becky sew and just enjoying the house.

Colourful dinner. And a proper meal too. Well. Sort of. 

Pussy Portraits. A vagina book from my colleague. 

All the housemates, at the pub, for my birthday. Plus Muji birthday presents! 

The shower curtain is finally here! Joint effort putting it up. Really feeling the house right now.


Amazing ice patterns in beautiful, frosty Bristol. 

Getting home to my room and my space. A bit of organising, a bit of throwing away, a bit of rearranging. 

Clean white sheets and a white lampshade. 


The misty walk through the beautiful New Forest. Just being back there makes me feel calm and grounded. 

A three hour lunch at The Pig. So delicious. So beautiful. So fun. All the food and all the giggles with the Fems.

Wild ponies in the misty moors.

Double hot tub with prosecco. Second time around was naked hot tub.

The pub with some home friends.

Walking home through the misty, pitch black back roads. 

A hot chocolate before bed.

Oh, what a lovely lovely day.


Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.

Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).

Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.


Joining the GAP team for lunch.

Leaving work for Christmas. YAS! I love Christmas, I love walking through sunset-y London, I love going home and I love being on holiday from work. Weeeee! 

Being at home, going to a big supermarket with my parents, talking about recycling and FairTrade things. 


New office. With big windows and sofas and beanbags and free tampons in the toilet.

New carpet.

Clean bed.

Slept in until 12. Oh, sweet sweet sleep.

Going in the hot tub, in the sunny garden with the birds tweeting. And the beautiful smelling air. Then having breakfast at lunch time at the bottom.of the garden.

Dinner at Ben and Hannah’s. Lolz and the amazing shed. I love going to see them.


Mums talcum powder

Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.

Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.

A walk along the river.

Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.


A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts


The photos from last night. So many lols. Such a fun evening.

Being back home in the countryside with my parents

‘Always!’

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Hannah. Mirror photos and just generally.
Trying on glasses with mum
Walking through all the bluebells with dad.

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A night with Becky, getting dungarees, a curtain and giggles
A proper dinner at home. With a colourful salad. I think I’m settling.
Alpro soya dark chocolate pots. I’m buying them forever.

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Slow walking, looking at pretty buildings near Hyde Park.
Watching Friends in the living room with a veggie stew.
The woman who served me in Tesco and said ‘have a nice evening, enjoy your…go-noki’

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My beautiful countryside.
Hanging out with my sister.
Jim and Sam.

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The early morning coffee and almond croissant. I couldn’t have coped without them.
Getting home and being able to relax.
Hhhhuuuualapeño

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Going for a walk in the mist this morning.
Spotting deer and rabbits and eating blackberries from the bushes for breakfast.
Sitting in the sunshine after lunch. So ridiculously warm. I love September.

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The beautiful walk in the sun back at my parents. Mum stole some sweetcorn and we all ate blackberries.
The mushroom growing in the middle of the road.
Sitting round the fire in the garden.

Getting back home to London.

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New bed sheet and clean duvet cover.
Water for Elephants. Specifically the bit when they realise the elephant understands Polish.

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Decorating our room with some of our stuff. Feels a bit more like ours now. Plus we have our soft duvet cover back.
Going for dinner with two of our favourite friends. Can’t believe it’s been almost two years since we’ve seen them. Also the perfect people to talk about our travels with as they’ve done it too and love hearing about other countries.
The women singing the song from Bring It On on the tube.

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Finding a job I really want. Rather than ones I guess I could apply for. It felt good to be excited about one.
Getting my sewing machine out again.
Breathing in the delicious smells of the countryside out my bedroom window.

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New shoes.
Driving around the beautiful countryside.
Seeing my nan for the first time in 20 months.

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Being home. Seeing the countryside and beautiful villages. Smelling the fresh air and wood smoke. And feeling bizarrely Christmassy.
Seeing my dresses and clothes that I left behind. My wardrobe has just quadrupled in size.
Just being in my childhood house. So much stuff is the same. I move around the house in the same way. It’s really comforting.

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Taking photos in Boots for our railcard. One very funny one of him and also a nice one of the two of us.
Pitch Perfect.
Going home and seeing my parents and my house again.