Having someone to message on OKCupid.
Getting things done. When I’m busy I get a bit frantic but I enjoy it. Mostly. Me, Gust and Jen had some good moments today, getting our training ready together.
Ciaran’s story about the woman who drank soap. And wants to feed her kids conkers.
My mum’s elbow is my elbow. My elbow is my mum’s elbow.
Learning bizarre Dutch phrases
Becky’s dinner for us all and talking science with Mike. Turns out time is not linear. And something else to do with photons.
‘You should never shoehorn things into a vagina’
A delicious lunch at Ross-On-Wye
Learning some Dutch. Ik ben een vrouw.
Learning some French
Watching Love
Going to the big Waitrose. Oh I love Waitrose. Especially big ones.
Doing all the things to make me feel better today. Namely:
The cheap and delicious chocolate custard cake.
Sacking off work and just getting lots of life admin shit done – new passport ordered, food bags picked up, books donated, people responded to, face mask…urm…masked.
Then some creative shit. Sketching from the nude photographs I had done and watching a funny video about whittling. Then a smidge of learning some French.
Toad/towed.
A bit of sewing.
Hausmaus.
Edinburgh Fringe jokes.
Autumn leaves. A kind of bitter sweet smile because summer was so un-summery. But I do love autumn.
A night of laughter and trying to understand each other.
Learning Italian. Or trying at least. I can’t roll my R’s.
Going for drinks after work.
‘Cheers!’ ‘It’s so romantic!’
Making a bit of cash from Ryan’s old oyster card because he’s too lazy to take them to the station.
Learning rude Italian.
Veep.
Geordies in the New Zealand national newspaper.
Morning messages across multiple timezones about S Club 7, Pat Sharp, a semi famous werewolf and sausages.
Wearing nice pants.
My housemate accidentally knocking a ball into his own face.
Finding out that ‘cup of tea’ in Maori sounds like ‘tup-a-tea’.
Listening to some meditation podcasts. The sleeping one knocked me out completely.
The announcement at the train station – ‘due to the inclement weather…’ Talk about an understatement. And inclement is just such a brilliant word.
The ducks swimming in the flooded fields
The entire evening. So much fun – dark walks in secret tunnels, games, friends, fireworks, a pretty village and loads of laughing. Happy new year everyone.
Image: Manggy
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