Archives for posts with tag: sauna

A delicious French bread breakfast full of fruit, thanks to Alec.

A lovely calming art gallery. With some amazing huge lead books.

The male choir singing in the sauna. Also the sauna. And jumping in the bucket of ice water. Twice.


Went to the gym and did more than I’ve been doing. Followed by the sauna. Felt pretty smug about that.

Finally finished my application and then managed to smash out another one. Very smug about that.

A bit of crafting in the evening. Vagina Christmas cards and homemade envelopes.


Driving around the lakes. Even if it was rainy.

An afternoon in the beautiful naked spa. So many saunas.

A beery pizza dinner, talking about wanking people off and blow job etiquette.


Three hours in York Hall with three babes.

The ice water bucket. Mainly Rosie and Holly’s reactions.

Talking willies and vaginas, lounging on Jana’s sofa and eating delicious food.


The woman dressed up as a daffodil with her dog at Holborn, raising money for Marie Curie.

Leaving work when it was still light. Such a happy heart.

Going to the sauna. So sweaty.