Big belly laughs at Jen and Fiona’s. Finally.
Gail’s pastries.
Finding the right big sketchbook for Fred.
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Remembering that I make Jim laugh a lot.
And then making Will laugh too.
Jonny cooked dinner for us and we talked for quite a long time too. It was a nice evening together.
Got heaps of work done today. Really easily too. Just smashed it out.
And evening of drawing.
And then laughter with Lauren in the kitchen.
Oh and the squirrel up above me, almost within arm’s reach at the park on the way home.
The wedding as whole was lovely. Reena looked beautiful.
The shoe pile during the dancing. Even the uncles shoes.
Making the table laugh at dinner with my vagina pottery.
Jen: Who’s Orangina is this?
James: DONT TOUCH IT
“Who’s Jen flirting with?”
I went for drinks with my colleagues after work. I LAUGHED. I TALKED. I FEEL NORMAL AGAIN. It’s ridiculous how different I feel.
I bought the organic washed cotton duvet from Muji. For Jonny. And for me. I spent all my money in there. I’m so happy. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.
Mike made me laugh after dinner. It got rid of some of the stress. I can’t even remember what he said. But I noticed a difference.
‘Look like an owl’
Sitting and talking to the older woman making a t-shirt bag. It felt really peaceful. It felt like me.
Such a smiley day.
Seeing my Instagram again this morning and all the positive comments.
Holding a really good group interview. Lots of laughter.
Finding out about my job. Finally.
Having 11 days of holiday to take. In April. HELLO HOLIDAYS.
Seeing the space for the period party. It’s going to happen!
….And the guy came up with cunting – vagina bunting!
Spending the evening texting J. And showing him my pathetic food situation. Followed by burnt toast. 😞
Dancing to Breadfruit in the kitchen with coffee.
Just smiling for no reason, crossing the bridge.
The first two beers.
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?’
Jo’s reaction to the hipster book.
Getting the train, not the coach.
The breakfast of breakfasts. Everything you could want. Sweetcorn hashcakes. Halloumi. Avocado. Eggs. So delicious.
A happy walk to work
Hannah’s laugh.
Walking in the fresh air through Bristol after a long bus journey.
Tourists on the bus, taking selfies. I’m not quite sure why…
Making everyone laugh with a tiny bit of chewed up apple and a cute kid.
An evening in with Hannah.
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.
Getting up before everyone else and sitting in the sun meditating and reading.
Driving into Wellington on SH2 and seeing the beautiful city glimmering in the sunlight, just like it did nearly a whole year ago when we arrived.
The whole flat together, eating and laughing and laughing so much that eating is difficult.
Smelling the grass and the air at Aotearoa Stonehenge.
His dad saying bellend and not meaning a penis and me smirking with my head down, trying not to laugh.
An accidental fart. Funnier because I couldn’t laugh as much as I wanted to.
Driving the van for the first time. Scary but exciting.
Miranda was back from holiday. It was a full team at work again and lots of giggling occurred.
Planning our van to camper conversion.
My boss bought this really shit card for our young colleague who turned 20 today. What 20 year old boy likes paintings of ducks?
Justine Smith. Very funny stand up. Broke her knuckle giving someone the finger.
A London Fog for my tea break.
I finished my T-shirt. And it looks so professional! I love the double stitching.
Silly jokes with my boyfriend and loud laughing.
Family Guy.
An email from one of my best friends, mainly about Lolfins
Laughing so hard we cried. And over pies.
Feta, beetroot and avocado for dinner.
My period started. FINALLY.
The sunshine.
A dad joke: What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Nobody knows.
I made a pretty impressive book cake for my flatmate.
I woke myself up by laughing this morning.
Walking down to the market together, being silly and singing songs.
An opened eyed sneeze.
The word ‘arse’. I found it so surprisingly funny that I accidentally spat out water all over the wall.
The Cuba dancing on Cuba street.
The Always #likeagirl campaign. Even if it is an advert, I still like the message behind it.
Kiwi accents. Confusing and funny.
Laughter and teasing with the flatmates.
Cleaning up at work, breaking the mop and laughing so hard I almost wet myself.
Making up lyrics to ‘This Old Man’.
Josie Long. Always.
Reading How To Build A Girl and laughing so much I could hardly explain to my boyfriend why I was laughing.
My flatmate telling a story completely wrong. Which made me laugh so hard I almost spit tea everywhere.
Making something new for dinner. New AND delicious. And it has two types of cheese in and my boyfriend normally hates cheese. Hello Spinach and Ricotta balls, you can come for dinner again.
The photo isn’t my food exactly, it’s a photo of the photo in the cook book. My attempt was only a teeny bit different though of course…
Getting the giggles at work.
The smell of woodsmoke on the walk home.
Laughing at my housemate who drinks wine on the stupidest way.
Winning at tickling my boyfriend by some top class trickery.
Mashed potato leftovers at work.
Facebook conversations with my housemates. We’re a pretty hilarious bunch.
My ham and egg pie sign at work. It went down almost as well as the pie. My friend’s book is finally published!
Making my colleagues laugh.
Bonding with my new boss and teammate and making them laugh. There’s nothing better than hearing ‘you’re hilarious!
Free chocolate brownie to nibble on in the afternoon
A twitter conversation with my friend about kettles
Getting through my first day of work in 8 months without any major mishap
Just sitting around chatting with our housemates in the evening
Watching a stand up comedy festival on TV
Three little things 