Archives for posts with tag: loft

I made rose hip syrup.

A man that looked like he would little, picked up a plastic cup from a puddle and put it in the bin.

Going into the loft in Jen and Fiona’s new place.


Clearing out the loft with the family and discovering loads of old toys, photos and memories

The beautiful teapot from my friend for my birthday. It perfectly matched the cup I bought in the charity shop months ago.

A silly conversation on Skype with my boyfriend.