Looking up at the bright big moon just as a plane flew in front of it.
Emailing James.
Walking and talking on the bridge.
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My ‘Fuck You World’ cream tea breakfast.
Having everyone walk out of my way as I raged across Hungerford Bridge, admiring the disappearing building tops.
Going up a weight number at the gym.
This moustache mug in the vintage shop. It looks like a novelty item but its not. Hilarious. I love the nose space.
The duck race in the village with the man in knee length wet suits, standing in the river that only came up to their calves. Massively pointless outfit but funny.
Walking over Hungerford Bridge and watching the big tourist boat sail underneath, honking loudly with a whole deck of people waving. This made me smile for the rest of the bridge. I knew I would be glad I walked across the river rather than taking the tube.
My sugar packet
Going for a drink with my boyfriend
Deciding to stop on Hungerford Bridge and take a minute to look at my favourite view in London, St Paul’s cathedral lit up at night.
Prosecco induced giggling at our posh afternoon tea in the Waldolf Hotel.
Walking past that brilliant jazz busking band on Hungerford Bridge. They will never not make me smile.
Having my boyfriend finish work waaaay earlier than we thought. Hurrah, not another night alone clutching the torch and having nightmares about intruders.
