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A postcard from my nan

A relaxed morning that included shaving, hair washing and moisturising. And breakfast not eaten at my desk. Bliss.

Breathing in through my nose and finding it made a whistling noise like a bird.

Perhaps there’s a bird hidden up there….


Getting a package from Ghana

Dermot O’Leary accidentally saying vagina on the radio

Watching a bear scratching himself on a tree. And looking like he was dancing


This octopus

Two parcels with presents in. I love post and I love presents.

Hanging out with two of my oldest and best friends