Archives for posts with tag: me time

Adam getting a Drive Now car and driving me home because it was raining too damn hard.

I’m going on holiday in a few days time! Goodbye shitty rainy June weather!

Yoga in the living room. Green tea. Dark chocolate. And a whole evening of reading my book.

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Naked yoga

Time on my own

Soph liked my music. No one ever likes my playlists.

Talking to Andrew about vulvas, penises, willies and dicks.

Deciding to come home and relax rather than go to the talk.

Being helpful to Andrew when Claudia was being a complete dickhead. It felt good to be needed and to be able to help.

A walk along the canal. For work. Obvs.

A quick fix from the neurologist.

Vegan sausages and an early bedtime. I’m glad I bailed. I needed this time alone.

Feeling knowledgeable and part of something in the comms meeting. Also seeing the lovely friend fun side of Simon.

A night to myself. Making lunches, doing ironing, putting up the hook in my room. Actually I was really happy about the hook.

Reading our loud to myself.

Mornings on my own in the flat.

Lots of dating activity. Went on one whilst arranging another. And got asked on another (although I feel bad about that one)

Scrambled tofu. First time. Loved it.

New jars, tidy cupboard

Leaving work suuuuper early to shop and yoga and write and organise and tidy

Booked the weaving course!

My little cousin got my best friend’s book for Christmas. And I told everyone that he wrote it. And then she read some to me.

Getting home. Hello flat. Hello London. Hello peace and quiet.

Texting Alex.

Time to myself.

A walk as the sun was setting and the light was beautiful.

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again. Still makes me laugh

Going for lunch on my own at Romeo’s. Reading in the dark corner.

GIS-ing like a pro.

A night on the sofa, in my comfies, all the candles lit, Christmas lights on, hot water bottle and The Santa Clause. Exactly what I wanted.

A Frida Kahlo inspirational quote

Working from home. I.e. doing lino printing, watching Dumplin’ and going for a sunny walk to the post office.

Dinner and drinks for Becky’s birthday and making friends with Emma. Feeling like I could actually help with something. I like being open about sexual assault. It feels like a helpful thing to be open about.

Going home after lunch. Telling, not asking.

An afternoon nap and orgasm. Exactly what I needed.

Games night at Sarah’s. It was nice to meet Brett and, as mean as it sounds, seeing married couples be snappy with each other made me happy to be single.

Lunchtime walk in the park and discovering this bench. This bench that feels so me.

The two women sat on the bench, in the sun, under the turning leaves. Idyllic.

Friday night yoga, healthy dinner and a mini DIY facial. This is my kind of Friday night.

Eggs lolz in the morning with Alec and Doug.

Having the morning to myself and sitting in the sunny living room ordering food processors and hoovering and waxing and eating cheese on rye bread

The leaves at the new photography centre at the V&A.

Making a turmeric latte.

Dinner, drinks and coming home with Stuart

Two walks in the park, amongst the autumn leaves

Seeing my plastic free menstrual product sticker up on the toilet doors. I love seeing them.

The hairdresser’s. The ASMR of the scissors, the woman next to me who told me how much she loved my haircut and wants the same, having an hour where I just sat. No book, no phone, no screen. Just sitting.

AND finding my new favourite tea in the Japanese shop near my house.

Another sweet message about This is a Vagina.

A flake turned into a free evening all to myself. It was total bliss.

Doing a bit of project work. I updated my teemill store and eventually figured out how to make an Instagram story.

Beautiful Islington. God I love it here.

Going for a coffee and a pastéis de nata at lunchtime on my own, reading my book in the sunny cafe.

I had a proper to do list and actual things to do. It felt good.

The beautiful studio

The beautiful pants I made

Embroidering alone to a podcast.

Lunch in the park, reading a great book.

The cardboard VR headset game about pollution. I liked watching Libby turn around and around in her seat.

A night on my own, at my house. Tax return (hello £900 rebate!), replying to emails, picking up pills, making reusable face pads, salads ready for lunch and a face mask. It felt so so good to just get things done and be at home.

Reading my book by the fire in a pub with a glass of red wine, on my own.

Seeing Andrew’s long hair at uni. It’s good to have a boss that joins in your definitely-procrastinating-at-work conversations.

Having Andrew make me realise that the walking route is still a good idea, after I felt a bit disheartened from meeting David.

Walking to work through the park in the morning sun. It cheered me up more than I thought it would.

Mum is fine! Thank god.

Watching a film by myself in the living room. Plus a couple of chocolate biscuits.

A morning to myself, in the nice hotel room on the huge bed. Then a lovely wander to the train station.

Getting confident and sure of myself. Knowing things. Doing them before they’re asked. Being organised. 

Home. Home home home. Sleep. 

Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.

Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.

Facemasks and vulvas.


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. 


The sweet little breakfast place. Croissants and coffees outside in the courtyard. 

Getting home and scrubbing my feet and washing my hair. No more vomit feet or smokey locks. It feels so good to be clean.

Being on my own. Amazing holiday but nice to have some time to myself again.

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Swimming through the sunlight.
A quiet morning to myself. Breakfast in the garden, a little nap and an orgasm by a sunny window.
The carpet warming party.

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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.

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A hot chocolate, a book and some quiet at the Happy Cafe.
My hairdresser styled my hair completely differently. It looked hilariously 80’s during and then actually really cool at the end. I spent the rest of the day looking in the mirror.
Watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed.

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This cool London skyline in the window.
Going for a coffee by myself at lunch time.
Finding a programme that had both compulsive cleaners AND hoarders. WIN.

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Having time to myself this morning and being able to meditate.
Nice friends.
Soft, comforting duvet.