Calm willow weaving in the afternoon without Leroy or Louisa or Syd.
The smell of my t-shirt.
Lily and Louise were back!
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The seedlings have grown enormously. Especially the courgettes.
The busy bird activity outside my window this morning – blackbirds and blue tits all diving into and out of the ivy.
The fox on the path.
Weaving my basket and thinking about my therapy.
The gentle wood smoke smell in my bedroom.
Pay rise! And it’s been backdated!
A walk at lunchtime when it was hot and sunny and the place smelt like cut grass and summer and it was so lovely.
Jonny being silly after work. Sitting on the sofa with me, stretching and playing with the chair. I like it when he’s in a silly mood.
The smell of clean bedsheets.
Lying in the sun in the park again.
The beautiful fabric of Jo’s dungarees.
Gardening. A day in the sun. Relaxing. I’m glad I took today off too.
The smell of shaving foam.
Our new compact Hoover.
I smelt that M&S Christmas potpourri smell. God I love that smell.
Walking to and from work with a big smile on my face because it’s just such a lovely job.
Jonny’s vulva. And an evening of genitalia lino printing.
Silly book title lols.
Smelling my clean scarf. I heart clean clothes smell.
Got my glasses. Love my glasses.
Delicious terriakyi salmon at my local Japanese.
Beers and old school music at the quiet but lovely pub next door. With Jonny. My favourite person.
Hand soap that reminds me so much of a certain campsite in France from when I was younger.
The smell of men’s shower gel bringing back memories of summer holidays in France.
Pub quiz. Drinks, lols, bullying Liam.
The 90s playlist questions. All brilliant. All gay.
Peanut butter Magnum. Thanks for the idea mum
The beautiful sarong my mum sent me for my holiday next week.
The smell of summer
The thunder and lightning storm in the afternoon with rain that made everything smell like hot, wet summers.
The smell of towels that have dried in the sun.
Fish fingers.
The smell of clean washing pumping out of the barbican buildings
Hanging out with him again. I miss him.
African music at the bowing alley.
A couple of hours of sewing
When Born in the USA came on 6 Music.
The lavender smell of our washing drying.
Pulling on mum’s thermal vest she sent me for work and it smells like her.
A busy shift at work. It’s so much more fun when there’s stuff to do.
Trifle.
I saw Simon Pegg at work.
Dinner at my cousin’s. Its been almost two years. She’s still as lovely as ever.
‘Can you come and see if the corridor smells like fox’ ‘urm sure…but I don’t know what fox smells like’
Finding a job I really want. Rather than ones I guess I could apply for. It felt good to be excited about one.
Getting my sewing machine out again.
Breathing in the delicious smells of the countryside out my bedroom window.
Lying on the sand with my legs in the sun at Cathedral Cove.
Going through the carwash.
The smell of wood burning at the campsite.
Smelling the grass and the air at Aotearoa Stonehenge.
His dad saying bellend and not meaning a penis and me smirking with my head down, trying not to laugh.
An accidental fart. Funnier because I couldn’t laugh as much as I wanted to.
A cool cloud that reminded me of dad.
First mince pie.
The smell of my deodorant, reminding me of holidays in Germany.
Sewing the cases for our camper mattress cushions.
Striding out to Beyonce, Flawless.
Beautifully smelling washing. Hello delicious clean bed.
New deodorant. Another day of smelling myself.
Finding out we sold our car seats for waaaay more than we had hoped for!
A date with my boyfriend. Tapas, a cocktail and talk of a European adventure!
I got a pair of jeans for $18. That’s £9! It was an accident but a happy one. For me anyway!
Clothes smelling off fabric softener. I just kept sniffing myself all day.
Homemade iced lemon tea.
Finding a piece of foam the perfect size for our camper bed in a craft shop and the woman selling it to me for just $10. It’s like it was meant to be.
Singing XO at the bus stop, surrounded by the smell of some beautiful flowers.
Having the car registered to my name. It’s fully ours now.
A cute little present tucked into my bag from my lovely colleague including this poem.
Waking to work in the early morning and smelling that cold, snow smell that reminded me of home. My family home. And my childhood.
Emailing my friend about vaginas.
A friend telling me how much she values my friendship.
Going to a mince pie and mulled wine party, walking in the door and it smelling like Christmas.
Talking about puppetry of the penis.
Smokey smell at work reminding me of visiting castles as a kid with people dressed up and living in them, cooking food on open fires.
Two customer compliments, one straight after the other, about how good the coffee was and how lovely and friendly we are as staff.
Finding out that the Flight of the Concords guys sometimes come into work. Cue nerves every time someone walks through the door.
The hot sweet smell of summer in nature
Enjoying a walk up the hill on my last day being unemployed, remembering all the amazing things I’ve done over the past 8 months
Checking my phone just as my boyfriend text me. It must be love!
We slept with the door open last night. I woke up to the fresh air, the morning sun, that morning smell and a few gentle outdoor sounds. I felt like I was on holiday.
I finished writing all the blogs I had to do for a company I work for that I just can’t stand. All done. No more. Goodbye.
A boiled egg for dinner (part two. I was hungrier than I thought). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I bloody love eggs.
Image: Jason Lowe
Dad was happy with his new kindle case I bought for him. I’m happy when dad’s happy.
Doing yoga exercise
A certain smell in the street that reminded me of my parents, of being younger, of being outside. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it lifted my spirits.
Three little things 