Moving the van. It was just nice for the extremely extremely brief drive in the sun.
Tasty ice cream sandwiches at Tonkotsu with Tash.
My new Scandinavian joke.
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The various travel methods to get from Teshima to Hakone. Walking, ferry, trains, tiny trains, funicular trains and a cable car.
My Michael Bublé joke.
The Story about our Google translate history.
The beautiful onsen. Sitting in the steaming water outside under the stars was lovely.
Buffet. Big huge buffet. With too many desserts.
Wearing the yukata to said buffet. #pantsfreebuffet
Me, James and Rose reading the advent calendar jokes. And them both liking my sushi joke so much they both text it to their friends.
Delicious Japanese food from Tokyo Diner. And I didn’t eat meat!
Walking through Chinatown. I still love it.
My Tudor joke in the advent calendar.
All the red wine with Corinne.
The accidental but totally delicious drunken McDonald’s after all the wine.
My colleague had to have his goat put down last week? Oh, had he been carrying it for a while?
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Booked Toulouse! France here I come 🍞🧀☕🍷☀
Rehearsing for Mirth Control and seeing our view out into the Royal Festival Hall from where we’ll be singing. Eek!
So much walking. Over two hours of London walking. And claimed as working hours. Win.
‘Who gave you that computer? The 1980’s?’
Finally making it back to the gym.
My girlfriends sending me funny ‘topless’ selfies. They are so amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without them.
My fire marshal joke.
Deciding what we’re going to do in December. Hello Australia.
Stepping out from the kitchen into the alleyway behind work for some fresh air at lunchtime. No wind, a warmer day and so fresh after being in a hot cafe.
The same guy from yesterday came in and told me again how funny he thought my fish pun sign was. You’d think that wouldn’t still make me happy. But it does!
My period started. FINALLY.
The sunshine.
A dad joke: What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Nobody knows.
These dogs.
My colleague accidentally asking a customer a very sexual sounding question.
My boss telling us about how upset she was when she was eight and went to see the Pink Panther and finding out it wasn’t, in fact, a film about a pink fluffy panther.
This pun on the bank’s pen holder.
Remembering the time when I was about 15 when mum accidentally did a really loud, really long fart.
The cute old couple on Inside Claridges.
This tweet from Pundamentalism.
A park full of pigeons flying at me.
A clean home
This, from Buzzfeed. Oh Buzzfeed, the hours I waste on you.
Pretending to be on the phone to ignore someone but in the process getting to talk out loud to myself on the street, something I’ve never properly done before. It’s fun.
The smell of burning paper. Although this smile was wiped off my face when I turned the corner and realised someone had set fire to a recycling bin.
Retelling a story and realising it was completely boring and uninteresting. And getting the giggles.
Coming home and seeing my parents
Boyfriend: I know what I want my motorbike to look like. I’ve got some of the pieces in my head.
Me: You shouldn’t keep them in there, that’s where your brain goes.
Cue mirth, joy and laughter.
Image: Flickr
A joke on the notice board in Tottenham Court Road tube station
A bit of physical work away from my laptop
Free lunch
Watching the springbok jump in Africa
A shared joke with my colleague in this mornings meeting
Giving in to the burrito stall at lunch time
Making the same joke as my boyfriend at the same time.
The end of Babe.
Making my boyfriend fly
Dinner with friends.
The beauty of city lights.
A silly joke: A parsnip, a pickle and a penis were talking about their awful lives. The parsnip said ‘my life sucks, when I get big and fat they cut me up and cook me’. The pickle said ‘when I get big and fat they cover me in vinegar & throw me in a jar.’ The penis said ‘when I get big and fat they pull a plastic bag over my head, stick me in a dark, damp room and bang my head against the wall till I throw up and pass out! ‘
Image: allwecaneat
The sign at Tottenham Court Road station. Today it had a Winston Churchill quote: If you’re going through hell, keep going.
The portrait photography exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. My favourite was the image above. ‘Displaced migrant from Libya #1’ by Antoine de Ras.
A brilliant joke by Peter Serafinowicz in 8 out of 10 Cats. Unfortunately it’s a physical joke so I can’t re-tell it. But trust me, it was funny.
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