A deep conversation with Jo.
Thai, mulled wine and trash TV on the sofa with her.
MARGARITA!
A deep conversation with Jo.
Thai, mulled wine and trash TV on the sofa with her.
MARGARITA!
Jo is back!
Sneakily eating mince pies and drinking mulled wine in the church.
Singing carols by candlelight. It felt so magical.
Alcohol free mulled wine in the park with Jo and Benoit.
I smashed Christmas lunch.
Pegging!
Choosing a path through the park on the way home. At 4pm.
My first mulled wine of the season. In a tipi, on a roof.
Jonathan coming in, immediately pleased that we might be rid of Claudia in a month.
A queer fayre with my first mulled wine of the season.
Jam with silver bits in. Hello glittery poo!
Carving a ring.
A spot of sewing, turning a collared shirt into a more simple neckline.
A wander down Exmouth Market, buying nice wine, handmade leather purses, cute cards and mulled wine for two, for a chat with a friend.
Feeling positive. Feeling good. Feeling like it’s all going to be alright. I like myself. I’m proud of myself. I’m doing good.
The beautiful cloud formations on the plane.
Discovering the British passport has a UNICORN on it.
SNOW! Chamonix. FRANCE! Drinking hot wine outside with the stunning mountains in the background. The horse wearing a hat! The drummers. Touching a ski. Finding the crisps.
The ice hockey match. The shouting in French, the men, the crêpe, the fondue, the winning.
That’s loads more than three but it’s been such a fun day.