Archives for posts with tag: memories

A free lunch from a colleague. And it was bloody delicious!

The smell of shampoo coming out of a neighbour’s house that reminded me of summer holidays.

I made semi-vegan cupcakes and they were actually really yummy.

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A day of cooking all together. I made vulva mince pies. Obvs.

Pizza oven pizzas for Christmas Eve dinner. Sitting out by the fire with dad and Ben was lovely.

Reminiscing about nan at dinner. Her terrible driving, her sneaky cigarettes and her penis chats. And watching Ben laugh so hard about wing mirrors. 


Remembering last night. Remembering I bought this Slow Jams CD from a homeless man whilst very drunk.

Finding jeans in a charity shop! (They later turned out to not actually fit amazingly well but still, it was an exciting moment)

Dinner at Jen’s. Delicious and feminist-y.

Canoeing up the canal towards the Lee Valley. The sun was out, it was really warm and it was all so bloody beautiful! I had such a lovely time!

Spending time with Will.

Talking about Noel’s House Party.


A sad day but reminiscing about funny Nan stories.

No Such Thing As A Fish on the train home. It was just such a funny episode. Shoelaces, brown diamonds and international listeners.

Watching Bake Off in the lounge with Bivan. Rather than sitting alone in my room all night. That was a blessing in disguise.


Dinner with Helen. Reminiscing, laughing and reliving.

Liking my hair. My face. Feeling good.

Getting a text from him. First. 

Also, this wooden plant pot at work.


A lovely walk in Epping Forest with Jonny

Remembering the Malteasers incidence in NZ outside the place with all the mosaics.

New (to me) stretchy trousers. *SO* STRETCHY AND COMFY.


Lunch in the garden in the sun. Just like we always used to.

Going shopping for the Period Party. Dad rummaging in a basket of stamps to find a V stamp to use as entrance stamp. I love my dad.

A sunny walk around the river and going into the charity shop. Walking out with a sick new shirt. Thanks dad. 😘


Visiting the mosque next to my house for Neighbourhood Day. I’ve never been inside a mosque before but I’ve wanted to. It was so welcoming and so busy. And Jeremy Corbyn was there giving a lovely speech about community and mix of cultures in this area. It was a great event, I’m so glad I went. I even squeezed in a feminist chat.

The cute photo of me as a child, feeding a chicken.

Crocheting and colouring in whilst watching The Cider House Rules. 

A day with the cousins.

The walk through the woods to the pub.

Discovering some facts about my childhood that I hadn’t realised. Like the fact that the reason we came back to the same house was because we owned it. Makes sense.


Brilliant Christmas Bake Off Good Eggs chats again. Bonas. 

Walks with dad and finding the solar panels at the end of the village.

Driving around all the roads of my childhood as the sun set, singing loudly. 


The smell of men’s shower gel bringing back memories of summer holidays in France.

Pub quiz. Drinks, lols, bullying Liam. 

The 90s playlist questions. All brilliant. All gay. 


The photos from last night. So many lols. Such a fun evening.

Being back home in the countryside with my parents

‘Always!’

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Remembering the dancing from last night.
Driving. To Wales.
Our beautiful hostel. In Wales. In an old church with a fire and a hot tub and stained glass windows.

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A cool breeze on the tube
A night out in South East
The Carsten Höller exhibition. Pills, darkness and slides.

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This message I sent to my sister in law 8 years ago today.
Playing Shithead with Jonny
Being silly with W in the supermarket

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Looking back through our travel blog. We had such an incredible time. And wrote some very funny blogs.
Walking through London in the sunshine, feeling happy and good and positive.
Jonny’s 10 point plan for the iced tea idea.

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Smelling someone smoking a cigar. It reminded me of holidays in France with my uncle. I wish I could be there now.
The beautiful cocker spaniel in the lift.
Relaxing in front of The Office.

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A day of food smell memories. Red wine-y bolognese, coffee and smoked salmon. Mum’s cooking, camping holidays and dad.
A free slice of cake.
My flatmate walking past my work and sticking his tongue out at me. 

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Going to a huge Mitre10 Mega and buying some black and white vinyl tiles for our van kitchen. After a day of rain when we wanted to be outside cutting and doing, it was a happy moment.
The lovely woman at the Fabric Store who found a new roll of the (super cheap) fabric I was looking for. Thank you lovely lady.
Going to an Asian canteen restaurant and feeling a bit like we were traveling again.

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A ‘no’ vote for Scottish independence! I’m so relieved.
A chicken and garlic bread dinner, reminding me of Thursday night dinners at home.
Spying on the guy our flatmate has been seeing as he tried to work out which house was ours.

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Finishing the mats for our van.
Looking through our plans and itinerary for our travels last year. We did so much stuff!
I had a realisation in meditation this evening that led me to a clearer idea and plan for what I want to do work and life wise. It’s all about confidence.

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Having a shower with the sun shining through the window. It’s nice to have a shower in the daylight but it also reminded me of showering at home in the summer, knowing I had a whole day of being outside in the garden or the countryside ahead of me, with my parents near by and everything being safe and normal.
The weather was beautiful today. The market was full with people buying bags of fresh, colorful good and afterwards I sat on the dock, thinking and meditating a bit and for the first time thinking to myself that maybe I could stay here longer. It’s a beautiful city. And the winters are just so sunny.
The sunlight glittering off the sea. It looked like an elaborate light show just for me.

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The beautiful day. Pure blue sky, no wind and it felt quite warm again.
The smell of a French campsite in summer, reminding me of all my wonderful relaxing holidays with my parents.
The Noble Family. Especially the Mexican version of a Michael Jackson song at the end credits.

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Killed a few flies in quick succession at work. I was like a fly killing ninja.
The weather was gorgeous today. It was so lovely walking down to work in the sun and enjoying the quiet of early morning bank holiday.
Thinking about all the things that I’ve done, places I’ve been and stories I can tell. Sometimes I need to stand back a little and realise that I’m stronger than I think I am.

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Our housemate bought this map back from work for us. A little reminder of home. Now proudly on our wall.
Taking the huge amount of spare plastic bags from work to the soup kitchen for them to give out extra food in. The woman have me a little tour and lots of information about the kitchen. It was really cool. And it always feels good to do good.
Randomly getting a whiff of the smell of wood smoke and the workshop smell from uni as I wondered through town.

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Smokey smell at work reminding me of visiting castles as a kid with people dressed up and living in them, cooking food on open fires.
Two customer compliments, one straight after the other, about how good the coffee was and how lovely and friendly we are as staff.
Finding out that the Flight of the Concords guys sometimes come into work. Cue nerves every time someone walks through the door.

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The smell of sweetcorn at work, reminding me of summers in France.
My colleague missing her mouth and spilling water down her front.
The beautiful blue sky as I walked home from work.

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Watching a Vine of Of Monsters And Men and remembering what a great sing Little Talks is. I listened to it a few times as I got ready for work. It reminds me of traveling through Russia on the Trans Siberian with some brilliant people, all singing this sing repeatedly.
A photo of my housemates face after a three day trek through a national park on Costa Rica. Hilarious.
Free ciabatta!

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The hot sweet smell of summer in nature
Enjoying a walk up the hill on my last day being unemployed, remembering all the amazing things I’ve done over the past 8 months
Checking my phone just as my boyfriend text me. It must be love!