Walking around the reservoirs.
Sewing the vulva pouches.
The smell of wood chips and fresh air.
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Homemade pizza.
Clean sheets. That still smell like washing.
Voice noting with Rosie. I enjoyed her dating stories. Although the men sounds ridiculous.
The smell of suntan lotion on my skin.
Clean white bedsheets.
Doing s bit of yoga in the park after the run. Being outside under the blue sky as the breeze cooled me. It was lovely.
Being with Roger, not Graham.
The smell of BBQ smoke drifting in through the window, with the birds singing and the sun shining.
The light hitting my pillows and flickering against the walls.
A free lunch from a colleague. And it was bloody delicious!
The smell of shampoo coming out of a neighbour’s house that reminded me of summer holidays.
I made semi-vegan cupcakes and they were actually really yummy.
Going lambing! I was so excited. And by far the oldest child with their parents on the farm.
The smell of my haircut.
Wine, wine, olives, wine, kissing.
Seeing Shirley again. Seeing her smile.
The smell of the air back home.
Seeing a new part of the next village that I’ve never seen before. Which is just nuts.
Jonny’s autobiography, Unintentional Brilliance.
Using a bit of my housemates face wash. It smelt AMAZING. I know it’s all chemicals and things but it smelt like being in the duty free fragrance bit on a ferry over to France.
Watching so many Nicki Minaj videos.
It felt warm and smelt like summer
Walking through a new part of the city
I got an interview
A day of food smell memories. Red wine-y bolognese, coffee and smoked salmon. Mum’s cooking, camping holidays and dad.
A free slice of cake.
My flatmate walking past my work and sticking his tongue out at me.
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.
Going for a walk up the hill, in the sun and out the wind, smelling wild garlic and pines, stepping in mud and on spongy moss.
Chocolate cake.
In sync with my boyfriend.
Mid winter Christmas, take two.
The smell of slightly burning pans which reminded me of camping with my family.
Sitting in the sunlight on the sofa reading a magazine about feminism.
Getting the giggles at work.
The smell of woodsmoke on the walk home.
Laughing at my housemate who drinks wine on the stupidest way.
Our housemate bought this map back from work for us. A little reminder of home. Now proudly on our wall.
Taking the huge amount of spare plastic bags from work to the soup kitchen for them to give out extra food in. The woman have me a little tour and lots of information about the kitchen. It was really cool. And it always feels good to do good.
Randomly getting a whiff of the smell of wood smoke and the workshop smell from uni as I wondered through town.
Smelling wood smoke then cut grass on a little walk in the sun and getting excited about going camping with all my family this weekend
Lightening!
The dinner I made this evening was surprisingly delicious. I couldn’t stop eating it. I don’t normally think my cooking is anything special but I really enjoyed eating it tonight.
My brother found his old glue gun. So I can borrow that and not pay a penny!
The origami workshop. In a wigwam. On top of a building in central London. With hot cider.
PLUS a firepit that has made me smell deliciously smokey. I might not wash for a few days to hold on to this smell for longer…
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.
The bright blue sky, the green grass and the colourful trees
Fresh bread and the smell of it which took me back to camping in the summer
Unexpectedly getting a free book through the post from a friend
Three little things 