Archives for posts with tag: podcast

Another free lunch from Roger. Salmon and plantain today.

The Fish guys, cheering me up after a teary evening.

A couple of fun chats at work. I like my team.

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I’ve been invited to do a podcast.

A day of doing no actual work but lots of WOW thinking. I can’t believe it’s next weekend.

Lots of tea chat at work. I now know how many litres of water my office goes through a year (12,000), how many cups of tea that is (80,000) and how many that is a day (307). Useful.


Going over to Stuart’s to put up his Christmas decorations. 

Watching him play Assassin’s Creed. I’ve missed that game. 

The gaydar Mortified podcast. 


A lunch time walk with the WEN women. That was a really nice connection.

Walking down a beautiful new street. Saw a huge wooden bird in a window.

New No Such Thing As A Fish podcasts on the bus. Really made me laugh.


Walking down to Angel, through the autumn-y park. Autumn is so damn beautiful.

A day of doing my own thing. Mainly charity shop shopping. And walking. And thinking. And listening to Body of Human, discovered thanks to a woman on OKCupid. Sofie Hagen and Josie Long. What a lovely, positive treat.

Texting Jen in the evening. She’s a funny one. I like hearing about the office.


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.


Missing the train so popping into the reptile shop.

Listening to No Such Thing As A Fish without falling asleep. 

Durak. Ayeak. Airag. 

I got my necklace fixed. Finally. My beautiful necklace that I wear everyday.

Nan’s pressed flowers. They worked and they look beautiful. They’re up in my room now.

I loled a few times today at No Such Thing As A Fish. And I listened to a new one.

**UPDATE** My cousin is here for the night. And she makes me lol. “UPDATE. I only went for two sanitary towels”

Listening to the Baz Lurman Sunscreen song with a cup of tea, looking out the window and feeling pretty okay. 
Listening to My Dad Wrote A Porno, the Christmas special. 

Watching Sex and the City. 

Missing testicles on No Such Thing As A Fish. Giggling all over the train.
Face oil. 

Fish pie.


A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts


Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.

Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.

Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night. 


Lunch in the park with Claire

Love oranges. And the one that looked like a snail.

More My Dad Wrote A Porno

Duck pics #byefelipe

My Dad Wrote A Porno. At work.

Vegan date with Hannah at Bonningtons. 

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Kangaroos! In our campsite! And a whole heap of them hopped past including a tiny baby one. So exciting.
Swimming in the pool. It is so hot here now we’re not in the wind.
A podcast on bliss. The presenters were just having such a good time.

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Driving John’s massive car along the empty straight roads of Western Australia.
Seeing wild, baby emus.
Listening podcasts in the tent.

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White table and chairs and green plants. A little courtyard out on Courtenay Place.
The Radiolab podcast on dolphins.
A squeaky fart.

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My housemate accidentally knocking a ball into his own face.
Finding out that ‘cup of tea’ in Maori sounds like ‘tup-a-tea’.
Listening to some meditation podcasts. The sleeping one knocked me out completely.

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Listening to the Scott Mills podcast.
Walking to the bus stop listening to The Music and looking out over the whole of the city lit up.
Looking through all the photos on o our blog from our travels.

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Listening to a Scott Mills podcast and hearing ‘Bamboleo’ and wiggling my hips down the street.
And then similarly, listening to Fuse as I walked to the bus and picturing myself out dancing with our friends back home.
Going back to my meditation class for the first time in ages. It felt good to be doing it as part of a group again.
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Going to town on my ‘to do’ list

Catching up on a load of Scott Mills’ podcasts and laughing ridiculously hard

Homemade pizza

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smiles per hour

The sign my friend photographed in Australia.

The lovely man at the coffee shop who accepted the money I had for tea and carrot cake, rather than how much it actually cost.

Listening to the Scott Mills podcast and hearing how much money listeners had raised for Comic Relief.

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Getting a chain from a charity shop for the bag I made for my sister-in-law. It’s now finished.

A can of San Pellegrino Limonata, only the best lemonade ever. Fact.

Listening to the podcast of Becky’s last Scott Mills Show.

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Finally cleaning the bathroom. It looks lovely again.

The Scott Mills Radio One podcast. He’s a funny man.

Strictly Come Dancing. I don’t know why but I got over excited and really enjoyed it.