Archives for posts with tag: hug

A day with family for Eileen’s 90th birthday. Cousin cuddles.

Coming home to Dolly, the most calm and beautiful dog. I sat on the floor and cuddled her for ages.

Getting into bed at half 8. 

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“Are you laughing at ‘otter’?” 

“Yes”

Knuffle with Jen.

Crashing my brother’s band practise. Sitting outside the shed he built, listening to him play, drinking a beer. What a perfect evening. 


Getting the Pin the Clit on the Vulva through the post by the fantastic Jo Harrison. Complete with vagina on the tube and a Fanny Power card inside! I love it SO MUCH. Can’t wait to put this up at the Period Party tomorrow!

James giving Gust a ‘new father’ hug. So adorable. 

Weirdly sexy chat about lambs. 

A hug from my boss. For running those events like a fucking boss!
Deciding to finally walk through the tiny gate into the secret park on my way home. It felt like nan was guiding me in there, to enjoy the greenery, the sunlight and the beauty. It was exactly what I needed after today.

The sun the sun the sun. 

Games night at Wiseman’s.

Hannah hug.

Getting lost near Oval, just walking round and round it by accident. 


Exploring the huge country house that we’re staying in for the weekend. It has a WELL. INSIDE the house.

Seeing my family. Hugging mum.

Having a calm moment at the train station.

Box tower.
Arrested Development with Jonny.

Watching the fireworks from the balcony, hugging Hannah on her last night in London. 


Delicious German Christmas biscuits. I’m embracing it early this year.

Hugging Hannah. I wish she wasn’t leaving.

Bratwurst for dinner. I’ll go back to being vegetarian after I finish the packet. 


A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts


Sophie.

A hug.

A cup of tea.