
Alcohol free mulled wine in the park with Jo and Benoit.
I smashed Christmas lunch.
Pegging!
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.