The Elbow song from my brother’s wedding came on Spotify.
Hot chocolate.
M&S Christmas candle.
Journaling webinar with the queer women’s group
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The beautiful colours of the almost turning trees on the wall around Arundel.
Seeing a hot air balloon in the distance on the train back and remembering when dad and I cycled to SM to see the balloons when I was a kid.
Dinner with Jonny, bitching about the world.
Morning cuddles.
Going out for a walk in the park with Ben and Jill at the end of the day.
Remembering when I shaved Tash’s undercut and did it very very short. Did a lol at the memory.
Delicious terriakyi salmon at my local Japanese.
Beers and old school music at the quiet but lovely pub next door. With Jonny. My favourite person.
Hand soap that reminds me so much of a certain campsite in France from when I was younger.
Getting some help at work and feeling a bit more in control.
Leaving before rush hour. And coming home to read magazines on the sofa and do a bit of yoga.
Listening to LCD Soundsystem and remembering Holly and Al’s wedding.
A cool cloud that reminded me of dad.
First mince pie.
The smell of my deodorant, reminding me of holidays in Germany.
Mid winter Christmas, take two.
The smell of slightly burning pans which reminded me of camping with my family.
Sitting in the sunlight on the sofa reading a magazine about feminism.
The bright blue sky, the green grass and the colourful trees
Fresh bread and the smell of it which took me back to camping in the summer
Unexpectedly getting a free book through the post from a friend
Three little things 