Archives for posts with tag: jam tarts

Good Egg Christmas party!

Charades with the extra round behind the towel.

All the food and the silver jam tarts and the big brie and the homemade veggie rolls

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Embroidery with Sarah. Did a vagina. Obvs.

Baked biscuits (rock cakes) and jam tarts.

Did some morning yoga


Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.

Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.

Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night. 

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Ginger ice cream, jam tarts and strawberries.
Sue swearing loudly in the middle of the shop, oblivious to the old customer behind her.
Shutting all the curtains in the van and turning on the light. Its going to be so cosy!