Archives for posts with tag: reading

Yoga in dungarees.

Reading in dungarees.

Having someone to do the little texts with again.

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Sitting in the park at lunch, reading in the sun with a breast feeding woman next to me.

Feeling like I’m pushing for something at work. It was a long old day but it was good.

Walking back from the pool after work, through the park in the evening sunlight. I’m glad I went.

Reading in bed, by the window with the newly leafy tree outside.

Cooking cooking cooking all day. I made so many new things and today!

Looking up stuff to do in Georgia. Including a stay in a fancy spa with its our aquarium?

Watching my teabag seep into the hot water

Almost napping on the sofa

Finishing Killing Commendatore. Hours of reading on the sofa

Feeling knowledgeable and part of something in the comms meeting. Also seeing the lovely friend fun side of Simon.

A night to myself. Making lunches, doing ironing, putting up the hook in my room. Actually I was really happy about the hook.

Reading our loud to myself.

Being out in the sun and along the towpath for much of the morning.

Sitting on a bench in the sunshine reading at lunchtime

Coming home earlier to beautiful light on the wall and some yoga

The street lights turning on just as I walked under them. Twice.

This is going to hurt. By Adam Kay. I read it in 24hours.

Making a very green soup

The Female Persuasion. I read over half the book today and finished it. So good.

Cross legged Freddie in the bath.

An almost sunny day when it was supposed to rain a lot. I got to be outside, listening to new music. And discovering an song that I really needed: My Name Isn’t

The park was surprisingly warm at lunch. Reading my book in the almost sun with the hazy sky was bliss.

Flirting with Nat.

Crafts with Sarah at the Southbank. And the fireworks on the balcony at the end. Best of all the world’s.

Going to the People’s Vote march. I always love a good march. Especially when the sun is out and there’s some good protesting dogs.

Reading on the sofa with Jonny reading in the chair.

Making pizzas together and watching Killing Eve.

Delicious carrot cake from Libby’s mum. Two slices.

Andrew: Well done to Libby for finding the pen after Adam lost it.

Sitting on a bench in the sun at the top of the park, reading.

And Han is here! I forgot how fun I feel with her.

A flat white and a custard straw to get me through the morning

Another pile of books from the library

Dinner at Hot Stone with Stuart’s mates. Delicious food and the Greeks are so funny. Head banging and touching hot stones.

Getting an appointment so quickly. It feels a bit like it was meant to be.

Lying on my bed after work reading, with the sun shining through the tree and onto my bed.

Just having Jonny around. Listening, making me laugh, talking. I’m glad he’s here.

Going to the library for the first time. And coming out with four brilliant books by women.

Doing some more Japlanning. Hello veggie restaurants in Tokyo.

Lying on the floor and reading a book in one sitting. Then another.

Making a collar with Will. It’s fun to have something to make.

Lying in the park, reading and watching the clouds.

Discovering the extractor fan switch! Please god let it sort out the damp.

Sitting in the park bench at lunch time, reading. Letting my eyes readjust to the green and blue of the park.

Realising that I’ve actually got a lot organised for Clean Air Day.

Having a long old chat with Libby at work.

Another day of lying in the sun. The (slightly overgrown) garden in the morning and the park in the afternoon with Will.

Being in the sun all day but not getting burnt. So grown up.

That feeling of being freshly washed after a day of suntan lotion and sweat and getting into a clean, white bed.

The shadows playing on my towel, drying in the breeze. I love summer.

Sitting in the park with Stuart’s friends.

Reading in the sun in the garden.

Vietnamese with my cousin.

I’m really enjoying reading my book at the moment.

The photo of me aged 13 that mum sent today. So funny. Great bandana and purple knitted shoulder bag combo.

Getting a gold star for data protection.

A lovely email from another woman who has felt so self-conscious about her labia but now feels a bit better thanks to my site and Insta.

A person in my book with a spy name of FANY. It just made me laugh.

Bill Bryson, Notes From A Small Island. He’s funny.

A bit of walking in the brief sun, whilst changing NOx tubes.

Lube whilst masterbating. What a luxury.

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.