Archives for posts with tag: podcast

Another free pattern from Rosamund. No zips and it looks really lovely.

Pizza, avocado and sweetcorn for dinner. No morals needed on a day like today.

Talk French to me.

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Some ridiculous dating profiles out there today

No Country For Young Women as I walked in the sun

The end of yoga. So relaxed. Never wanted to move.

Listening to my podcast.

The squirrel that was right beside me as I walked through the estate.

Having mum and dad in London, walking along the canal in the sun and lunch on a canal boat cafe.

The Paper Man. Such an amazing play that I just wasn’t expecting.

And dad telling me they’d watched 100 Vaginas

My beautiful new plant. Big and green and beautiful. Carrying her back from the shop in the sunshine, with her leaves in my face was pure joy. Worth every penny.

Recording the podcast this morning. It made me feel much happier and more positive and really proud of the things I do.

Music in the sun.

Another day of lots of listening to Sustainababble whilst walking round the borough.

Decided to take a route back through the park. Even though I was exhausted.

My nephew licking his mates head.

Recording a podcast.

Dog friend on the tube

Ping pong with Nat

Mindfully eating tomatoes on the bench in the park.

Sitting in the winter sun. Cold but glad for the sun to be back out.

No Such Thing As A Fish live podcast recording. Completely fangirled but it was so fun.

Showing off my reindeer. Especially to Keith.

Pleased that he still wants to see me. And not replying to him for ages. And not even feeling the need. Plus he then responded much more! So much better for my self esteem.

Masterbating feutus facts and Harry Potter porn podcasts

Getting the window seat.

The lovely turns of phrases from the southern people on the podcast.

Decorating gingerbread men to look like us. (Terrible photo but I just wanted to eat them)

Making a baby blanket and listening to a podcast.

Crackers from my childhood. I forgot how delicious they are.

Grand Designs. We live Kev.

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.

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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