Beers in the park after work with Holly
A Ben and Jerry’s ice cream sandwich
Community. My community.
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Dozing in the sun, in my parents garden.
A walk along the seafront in the afternoon. With obligatory ice cream break.
Watching the bat flit about in the darkness.
Going to the White Cube. That place is so damn shiny and reflective. I love it. Also the room with all the semi reflective glass rooms – so good!
Going for a walk through the little park and sitting by the pond for a while, watching the slow tadpole prosession. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of smells of the plants into my lungs. And there was a nice man who stopped too see if I was okay.
Coming back and doing some gardening. To think I almost stayed in bed. It turned out to be a really lovely afternoon.
Oh and then Matt and I watched a brilliant volcano documentary with a hilarious voiceover. Plus ice cream.
All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.
An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike.
The kid who threw his ice cream on the floor. And that stamped on it.
Reading a piece about the French loving spending time on their own. Just before I’m about to go to France on my own.
Coffee milkshake.
An evening in the park and along the canal with Jonny. And ice cream.
AAAALL the babes in Victoria Park
E.M Cocks
Mint Magnum
Alec and Ciaran’s Good Eggs argument
The yoga instructors voice. Off-putting but also funny. Reeee. Laxed.
A delicious lunch with a beautiful-skinned mackerel.
Bumbling for 45 minutes with Ismay and Claudia rather than actually doing work.
Walking across London (past random bands in fancy guard uniforms) to eat an ice cream on the canal. After making myself dinner in someone else’s house.
Walking to to the station past the park and in the sun.
Sharing secrets and eating peanut butter ice cream with Jonny
Veep season 3. Finally.
Peanut butter Magnum. Thanks for the idea mum
The beautiful sarong my mum sent me for my holiday next week.
The smell of summer
