A very British sharing of the last breakfast bits.
Lying in the garden in the sun, reading and snoozing.
Getting a real bed upstairs and it feeling more like a real holiday.
Smelling the apple tree and it smelt like that apple smell that I didn’t think was real.
Having a dog snooze on my bed. I miss having a dog around.
A better day at work. Calmer, more productive, less ‘I can’t even’.
Watched the slow mo video of Alec opening the prosecco again. Still makes me laugh.
Catfish claypot. It arrived on fire!
Some long shopping, by myself, taking as long as I want to make decisions.
An afternoon nap.
The sleepy little girl on the tube
Snoozing in the sun
Dad texting me to say that blue tits have started making a nest in the bird box that my boyfriend made him for Christmas
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French toast. Perfect for a hangover.
Cosy cuddles and snoozing.
I made a bag for my sister in law. And it turned out really well!
Three little things 