Archives for posts with tag: Mince pies

Planning my birthday treats day with my cousin

Sofie Hagen tells stories that might be funny. Spoiler: they were funny.

Two mince pies. I shouldn’t have but I did and they were delicious. Less sugar tomorrow (possibly).

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Deconstructing the night when the team came in. Like when Keith kicked Johnathon’s hand.

The birthday breakfast – really great to hear more about the council. Plus huge mince pies.

Jai Krishna food. I take it back. It is delicious.

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. 


Discovering Hyrrs (feminist hymns) and doing a couple of hours volunteering for Bloody Good Period, sorting out tampons and pads and eating mince pies.

Travelling around London and everyone is happy and smiling and carrying big bags full of presents to take home for Christmas. 

Everyone together for Christmas in B&H’s house. Indian food, fire, family. So lovely. Let Christmas begin!


Christmas bench at the station.

Sitting in the sun on the platform. It was surprisingly warm, considering the frosty morning. 

Christmas arrived at the house. We put up the tree, decorated it and ate mince pies listening to Christmas songs. It’s the first time we’ve all been there together for more than 10 minutes for months. 

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Harry Potter Christmas press night. Mini mince pies, free alcohol, a triple decker bus and riding on a broomstick.
Having a photo taken with a McBusted just to make Hannah jealous.
The fake snow. Oh, the fake snow.

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The delicious mince pies my boss brings in every year. They are actually voted Best in Britain. And they must be. They turned two of us from mince pie haters into mince pie lovers.

The Christmas smells that keeps washing over me. Cinnamon, orange, wood fires and that indescribable but undeniable smell that just is Christmas.

The new volunteer at work giving me a Christmas goodbye hug.