The last two goals at the ice hockey match.
Talking about farting and pooing with Hannah on the date.
A nap in the day.
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Brunch with Rosie. It was really lovely to see her.
Ice hockey. Even though they lost. As always.
Getting a bit carried away and thinking ahead. But I think I quite like him.
Waking up together at my house. I like being here. And the sex was really good.
Seeing Jen and going to the swish. It felt a bit weird to be back there but also kinda cool.
Ice hockey. No fights and we were terrible but it was still fun.
The new Design Museum. Incredible architecture. And I liked the wall of well designed things. And the video of making a shoe. So, so interesting.
Ice hockey! Ciaran remembered that it was sort of for my birthday, the ref got pucked in the face, there was a fist fight and I got to shout and bang on the glass as much as I wanted.
The kids ice hockey in between the plays. So adorable, so funny.
Breakfast in the sunny garden.
A day together. All together.
Ice hockey. Not as good as French ice hockey but still really fun. And sexy.
The beautiful cloud formations on the plane.
Discovering the British passport has a UNICORN on it.
SNOW! Chamonix. FRANCE! Drinking hot wine outside with the stunning mountains in the background. The horse wearing a hat! The drummers. Touching a ski. Finding the crisps.
The ice hockey match. The shouting in French, the men, the crêpe, the fondue, the winning.
That’s loads more than three but it’s been such a fun day.
Three little things 