A thank you parcel from my cousin with beautiful smelling organic soap.
Sean meeting Jo.
Watching Not the 9O’Clock News clips, after Dotori and beer.
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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.
The loud and lively wedding by the river. The big brass band following the bride and her besties around for an hour, dancing and dancing. It was so much fun.
Feeling more confident. Being less shy about talking in French. Not calling myself an idiot.
Alice’s texts about her long awaited Neighbours prediction coming true. Dee isn’t dead!
The luge. I did a big laugh scream down the ramps.
Getting out a new soap. And not just any soap but one of the lovely smelling Trade Aid soaps. I was so happy to have a few minutes to myself with this soap.
Playing cards and singing stupid songs in the van.
Taking about science at work. Soap, stars and space.
Not That Kind Of Girl. Again. Good book.
A photo of my mum’s feet in her fluorescent NZ socks.
Three little things 