Archives for posts with tag: singing


I grew these! And I ate them for dinner.

I made a dress. 

An evening with Bivan, playing guitar and singing, watching Back. 

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My cross over bra under the green top. I love this look. I love it so much that I rewore a sweaty bra just so I could do it.

Rediscovering Ghost by Ella Henderson. Can’t stop singing it.

Texting Jen across the desk all day. It was fun to bond again. Even if it was through being a bit bitchy.


Beautiful Ronda. Big bridges, great views and reading in parks.

Singing Taylor and Justin together as we drove back to the finca. Happy women vibes.

Ping pong spaff. 


I got my hair cut. FINALLY. And Maria was funny, if a little lax in some respects. I left hairy but beautiful.

Spending time with Jo. It was really lovely to chat to her.

Singing ‘Nothing compares to you’ with Jo and Hannah.

Driving through the countryside, down beautiful old lanes in the sunshine, singing as loud as I want.

Cuddles and secrets with my gorgeous little cousin.

Grapes and clotted cream. A dream mix.


Knife problems.

Singing and driving.

Reading my feedback forms. 

Georgie came all the way to Barnet for me.

Singing in the van, driving through new bits of London whilst the sun shone. Especially coming up over the hill and seeing Ally Pally up ahead.

Another good event. Happy people. Lovely comments. Even managed to sit down and eat some Turkish bread and hummus.

Singing and driving the van. By myself.

The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.

Kissing. 


Driving! And singing as loudly as I wanted to.

Helping Ben and Han clean the house before Christmas. Scrubbing stairs with toothbrushes, using the water Hoover and admiring Ben’s amazing work on the flooring.

Singing Christmas carols with nan. And her reaction to Ben. Plus I understood her today. She talked right to me. And her ‘steady on!’ to mum sounded just like the nan from my childhood. 


Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.

Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).

Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.