The sun on the clouds on our afternoon walk.
The cuddles post sex.
Singing the entire Laura Marling album whilst making a jumper for Fred.
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Listening to Laura Marling before work.
Someone is going to lend me a sewing machine!
Discovering a new ticklish spot on my boyfriend.
The friendly man in the local sewing shop
A walk in the sun
Laura Marling. And loud singing.
Singing along to Laura Marling loudly in my flat as a mid-afternoon pick-me-up.
Homemade pizza. With way more cheese than is necessary.
David Attenborough’s Ark on BBC2. Incredible animals, brilliant programme, amazing man.
Discovering, and repeatedly listening, to this song by Laura Marling. Just when you think she can’t get any better…
The gangsta-walking young man at the shop who surprised everyone by paying for the last bit of shopping that the woman with downs syndrome couldn’t afford. And then watching the check out girls swoon.
The still warm baguette. And nibbling it on the way home.
Three little things 