A lovely long walk from Ally Pally. I’ve never done the top bit of the Parkland Walk before so that was nice.
Finishing the jeans. They fit well and they look good. Hello new everyday trousers.
A really great tree in Ally Pally. It was so smooth and old and dead and burnt and huge and twisted.
Walking up next to Hannah.
Finished my jeans. Contrast thread and hopefully, finally, the right length.
Realising that the internet wasn’t broken, just switched off at the plug.
The back yard looks so tidy after the big clear up!
Finished the jeans!
Task Master and a pizza.
Doing my first fly zip on some jeans.
Bob and Tash know each other!
Half Egg Christmas pub dinner. With a toilet with a flush that was miles from the toilet.
A cute coffee mug at Beam.
Fred dressed as Elsa.
Cutting out all my jeans pieces.
Discovered a local department store. The jeans still weren’t right but I ordered what I need. It felt good to explore a bit, even after being here for two years.
A couple of the pieces at the National Portrait Gallery. The moving portraits by Julian Opie were cool. Physically moving I mean, not emotionally.
Jo came round with my P45 and cuddles after work. Really nice to have a mini catch up for about 45 minutes.
Remembering last night. Remembering I bought this Slow Jams CD from a homeless man whilst very drunk.
Finding jeans in a charity shop! (They later turned out to not actually fit amazingly well but still, it was an exciting moment)
Dinner at Jen’s. Delicious and feminist-y.
Jeans for £2.25.
Climbing. Hard but fun.
“Why did you have poo on your hands?” “Because I touched it”
My Hiut jeans arrived, FINALLY! It’s been a few months of waiting but they are here and they fit and I feel good.
Feeling the blood and the energy rushing around my body at yoga.
Having a chat with Ryan. I haven’t spoken to him much before. He’s really lovely.
I got a pair of jeans for $18. That’s £9! It was an accident but a happy one. For me anyway!
Clothes smelling off fabric softener. I just kept sniffing myself all day.
Homemade iced lemon tea.
Three little things 