Archives for posts with tag: reading

Reading my book by the fire in a pub with a glass of red wine, on my own.

Seeing Andrew’s long hair at uni. It’s good to have a boss that joins in your definitely-procrastinating-at-work conversations.

Having Andrew make me realise that the walking route is still a good idea, after I felt a bit disheartened from meeting David.


Working at the swish and hanging out with Jen. It was such an easy job. And nice to chat to people for a few hours whilst doing some sewing.

Seeing Matt in the evening. I like Matt.

Stuart reading MVO to me when we got home.

Giving myself the morning to finish Atonement and relax in bed.

The #freeperiods protest outside Downing Street. Lots of cheering, glitter, red and menstrual products. And lots of fabulous feminists, obviously.

Chatting to Holly in New York. So nice to catch up.

Waking up drunk. Remembering what a fun night it was last night.

Coming home to a little nap.

Going to bed early to read. I haven’t done that in a long while.

A big squirrel hoping about our garden like it’s an assault course.

Lovey helpful Trish at the workshop today. She was so great and hands on! 

Reading, again. 

Lying in the sun with my boobs out. 

Not getting burnt.

Getting completely lost in my book.

Sitting in the garden, reading in the sun.

Potato and egg salad. Homemade.

The incredible thunder storm at night. I love a good storm!

Ciaran’s Duolingo holy potato learnings.

Stopping for a moment in the park, sitting on the tree stump in the sun.

Reading on the sofa. I never hang out in there. It was nice.

The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.

My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.

Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did. 

Going into Foyles. Properly going in and buying a book and smelling that great smell of all those pages and feeling that calm that is in book shops. 

Sitting in the garden, reading as the light faded and the birds sang. The air smelt beautiful.

Scottish drag queen names. 

Cutting the grass.

Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.

Beautiful clouds.

Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line. 

The drumming at the park.

That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day. 

A lazy morning, reading and doing yoga.

Bottomless brunch for Ciaran’s birthday. I didn’t get the meat but it looked ridiculous. 

That followed on into fun at the pub. Including conversations about wet dreams and feeling horny with Alec, Corinne and Jo.

Chatting to Liv on the walk home.
Christmas email vote with James and Jon.

Reading recycling magazines at work.

Loud singing, home alone.

Reading in the sun

Jonny freaking out about boarding passes. But pretending to be cool. But seriously. Do it now.

Putting up a few new bits of decoration. Bit of a wood, wicker and trees situation going on.




A hot chocolate, a book and some quiet at the Happy Cafe.
My hairdresser styled my hair completely differently. It looked hilariously 80’s during and then actually really cool at the end. I spent the rest of the day looking in the mirror.
Watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed.


Poo stories. My friend sharted and then I farted loudly in yoga. Too many laughs.
A coffee and a book. By myself, for myself.
I touched a genuine bar of gold.


I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.


A lie in.
A lot of reading.
A tight cuddle at the end of the day.


Lying in the sun
Reading a whole book
Hash browns and avocado


Spending some time in a bookshop, looking at books.
Being proud of the family I’m from. So proud.
Walking home, a bit drunk, with Beyonce playing on repeat, singing into my scarf.


Sunbathing and playing in the pool.
I read a whole book today.
The pool sign that requires you to ‘please have a shower before entering the poo’.


Seeing the dolphins swim right up to us at Monkey Mia. The newborn was the best. So playful and energetic.
Spending the whole day relaxing in the sun and reading.
Seeing a turtle poke his head up a few metres from us in the sea.


Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay.
Getting to the till and discovering I’m paying way less than I thought.
The guy who might move into our room when we leave sent to the same college on the other side of the world to me. And after snooping through his Facebook friends I find out we know a few of the same people too! Such a small world.


Getting up before everyone else and sitting in the sun meditating and reading.
Driving into Wellington on SH2 and seeing the beautiful city glimmering in the sunlight, just like it did nearly a whole year ago when we arrived.
The whole flat together, eating and laughing and laughing so much that eating is difficult.


Missing vital information in the Lonely Planet guidebook.
Sitting reading in the sun.
Hearing Christmas music in a shop for the first time.


Taking about science at work. Soap, stars and space.
Not That Kind Of Girl. Again. Good book.
A photo of my mum’s feet in her fluorescent NZ socks.


Writing an email to Jonny.
Scribbling things off my to do list.
Not That Kind Of Girl.


Sitting in our van after work, reading in the sun.
My drunk housemate accidentally farting. Tried so hard to not laugh out loud and embarrass him.
Then laughing about it with him later on.