The smell of my old Parisian scarf, both before and after I washed it. It feels very homely and comforting.
Packing up 20 kits. It feels good to be able to make that sale.
British Scandal.
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Silly book title lols.
Smelling my clean scarf. I heart clean clothes smell.
Got my glasses. Love my glasses.
Final event is done. No more storage units. No more weekend work. No more clothes rails. Roll on time off.
Walking home through the park after dropping the van off. The sun was still out and everyone looked happy. I had a little sit on a bench to shake the day off.
I really enjoyed my jumper and scarf ensomble today. I love that scarf.
Clean scarf. It smells so lovely. I keep smooshing my face into it.
Completely fucking up the crossword at lunchtime with James. Loads of lols.
Final pottery class. This week, glazing. So I now have two vagina pots!
My wonderful friends
The wonderful presents they got me – WWII books, Nicki Minaj perfume and Sandi Toksvig
The hilariously bashed up birthday cake.
This funny image from Time Out about overheard conversations in London. Complete with a funny animal picture. More here.
Being complimented on my work by two separate people.
The smell of my freshly washed scarf.
Three little things 