Archives for posts with tag: reading


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. 

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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.