Morning cuddles. A massage. Pastries. Beans on toast. Perfectly timed journeys. Epping Forest. Passing each other on a log. A Yorkie. Old trees. TikTok filters. A pub quiz. Pizza. Playing pool. Badly.
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Another pool day
Cheering the man who stuffed all our bags into one locker
The night train. First class. Well, technically.
Not being at work when everyone else is at work.
Driving a nice car in Italy on quiet roads. And listening to ‘That’s Amore’ as our first car song.
The beautiful villa. The pool. The hot tub. The views.
Slow mo videos, jumping into the water.
Laughing in the pool with Sarah
Dinner on the castle rooftop. Beautiful, delicious, drunk. Spoke French with the Spanish taxi driver. Laughed a lot.
And the gecko in the pool.
A day by the pool. This beautiful pool.
Jumping in photos.
Beers, cards, feminist chats.
Picking up Hannah – no more solo. And someone to tell my hilarious jokes and comments to.
Our beautiful finca for the week. It’s so gorgeous!
Going for a swim and then eating bread and cheese on the sunbeds. Bliss.
A day of demolition, meeting people and positive feelings on the estate. I feel like its finally coming together! Its so exciting!
Date night with Jonny. All the food, all the beer plus some shockingly bad bowling, ping pong and pool. Mr and Mrs Bones, forever.
The Period Poem by Dominique Christina. Bleed and bleed and bleed.
Plum frangipani tart. Some days that’s all you can do.
Potting three balls in a row. And winning a game of pool against Jonny.
A fun mistake.
An entire pub singing Mysterious Girl. Twice.
Our winning shots at pool.
An accidental big night out.
No laughing.
Waking around Bristol in the sun.
Playing pool.
Skyping our best friends.
‘What I want is a face that can pick up a cup of tea’
Running across all the inflatables in the pool and landing in the blow up sofa.
Christmas day body boarding at the beach.
Dad as Father Christmas calling Poppy poppy.
Lying about in the pool on our new inflatables, drinking beer and chatting quietly.
Putting the presents under the tree ready for tomorrow.
Floating in the pool in the sun with all my family. But no kids.
Dancing around the living room and singing Christmas songs really loudly.
Playing in the pool with the kids.
Going on John’s boat.
Speaking to mum and dad on the phone.
Three little things 