
The eye roll painting.
Slow wandering around in the sun.
Watching the Senegalese band after dinner.
The eye roll painting.
Slow wandering around in the sun.
Watching the Senegalese band after dinner.
Making unicorn headbands.
Poundland. I didn’t realise it was open!
Watching the live band on the bench in Highbury Fields. Really fun and reminded me what London is actually like.
The beautiful river Wye in Ross. On Wye.
Steel drums in the park
The front cover of our old year book.
Going out in the glorious sun to measure pollution levels in adventure playgrounds. Which obviously included going on a zipwire and climbing up some huge wooden climbing frames.
More park sunbathing at lunchtime. Will this ever not make me happy?
Sacking off my evening plans and coming home to wash and wax and sit in my PJs on my own. Total bliss. Plus a background of Liam Gallagher live.
Another tasty meal from Roger. This time, his notorious breakfast salad.
Cutting things out at work.
Having a night out with Jonny where it felt like it used to. And going to see Sam’s new signed band play. I didn’t like the music but going to a gig was fun and seeing friends was nice.
Working on BOW. Getting the manifesto done and feeling happy with doing something and shaking off the low mood. It’s nice to get compliments about your writing too.
A night with Jonny, eating at Rasa and talking about moving in together. Plus he gave me my birthday present. Hello perfect Muji mugs! 😍
Stuart phoning me during Matilda by Alt-j live in Madrid.
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.
The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.
Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden.
Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.
A day in Brighton, my favourite place
A night of folk music in a lovely pub
The smile my boyfriend gave me, half way through a song.
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