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The smell of the autumn leaves.

I sewed a bib for my friends new baby. I haven’t sewn in a while so that was really nice.

A massage from Joy.

And watching Blue Planet II with the housemates. 

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Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.

Coming home to a very short, old dog.

A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.


The Nova Joy plant has flowered! New beautiful joy here we come!

Sitting in the garden, picking weeds with Lauren.

Then chatting to her for quite a while. Looking up Russian dating sites, talking about garden plans (mostly solar powered fairy lights). It was exactly what I needed. 


Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line. 

The drumming at the park.

That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day. 


Impromptu easter egg hunt at work this morning.

Feeling back on track with Hannah

Yoga. For the first time in a long time. And feeling so blissed. There was a moment of just pure joy. Which was made even better because when I first arrived I was pissed that it was a yoga teacher I previously didn’t like. But it was a really great class. Must. Be. More. Open minded.

I’ve finally got the avocado emoji!

Chatting to Jonny in Phnom Penh. He sounds so happy!

I got my tattoo! And it was done by a lovely woman in a bright studio. Joy joy joy!

(Also, because it was a lovely day, there’s more than 3.

The beautiful light coming through the window. The fresh air and the smell of spring. 

Texting Joff in Lidl. And him trying out baking. 

Dinner and cocktails with Rosie. Coconut oil lols. Sharing stories. )

Joy on my arm

James in the pub

Jo and Jonny and beer on floor 9


A night of knitting, pizza, mulled wine and Christmas songs. Starting with this beautiful pike of unraveled wool.

The fox sauntering down the road after work.

Feeling happy. Really genuinely happy. Like the old me happy. 


A spot of sewing, turning a collared shirt into a more simple neckline.

A wander down Exmouth Market, buying nice wine, handmade leather purses, cute cards and mulled wine for two, for a chat with a friend.

Feeling positive. Feeling good. Feeling like it’s all going to be alright. I like myself. I’m proud of myself. I’m doing good.

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This sign as I walked to meditation
Skyping with my parents
I had the most amazing, joyful experience at meditation. One that made me believe that it really will help.