Archives for posts with tag: massage

Sprout, my teeny, tiny niece or nephew. 😍

A massage with Joy.

Picking up a flower on the way to work and having it, bright and happy, on my desk all day.


The smell of the autumn leaves.

I sewed a bib for my friends new baby. I haven’t sewn in a while so that was really nice.

A massage from Joy.

And watching Blue Planet II with the housemates. 

Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.

Coming home to a very short, old dog.

A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.

The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.

My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.

Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did. 

Body of Women. I’m so excited to be talking about it again.

It seems fairly likely that my job will extend.

Bed time yoga and a foot massage.

A massage, facial and head massage. Whilst the snow storm raged outside. 

Discovering I had a massage at the same time as mum. Random.

Hearing a hat and headphones. 

Vaginaments. I need these.
My first Thai massage. So crack-y.

The loud cat that snuck in and gave me the vicious meow. And the following WhatsApps. 

Sarah Millicon on QI

Face swap on SnapChat

A massage on my head


Chatting to the homeless man I used to walk past everyday. He remembered me and even asked about my new job.
A head massage, a glass of wine and a haircut.
Dinner with Becky’s posh friend.


A head massage and a back massage. And a beer.
Ice skating.


Driving the big van at work.
A head massage and a good haircut.
Being back in Hannah’s bed with her comfy pillows.


Half cooked chocolate thing from Planet Organic
Nice Irish people at the party


Blue skies in Brighton with the Beatles playing.
A massage from Sue.
Giggling and gossiping with mum on the phone on the way home.


My period started! Only 23 days late. No big deal or anything. It’s not like I’ve had PMT for three weeks…

A massage from my boyfriend

Heating up ginger biscuits



Pulling up the last of our carrots. And finding them all hilariously bent, twisted and stubby (but still delicious).

Going for a massage with my boyfriend.

Going out to G-A-Y for the very first time and dancing to endless Sean Paul, Beyonce and some Nicki Minaj with no hassle from men. Perfect.