Archives for posts with tag: takeaway

New home, new home, new home!

A big IKEA trip.

The first beer and takeaway in the new flat. Can’t wait to get it all sorted!

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A nice morning together, good sex and a lovely breakfast together at the local cafe. With hash browns.

The brilliant exhibition at Camden Arts Centre. I just love it. It felt so calm.

Takeaway and TV.


Yak and Yeti takeaway and RuPaul in bed.

All the foxes on the way home. One was like ‘yeah, and what’. So ballsy. 

Perving on hot men trying on great suits in M&S

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The very tall man trying to avoid the doors on the tube.
A Yard Sale Pizza for dinner.
Voting. Please god let us stay in.

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A few minutes to myself at lunch time. No talking, no managing, no customers, nothing.
First experience of Deliveroo. And such a happy driver!
Delicious Thai food and bad TV. Thanks Deliveroo.

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“I’m just going to tell you now, I hate those boots.”
“Okay, is there any point in me getting them out the box?”
“No.”
An accidental takeaway with Jonny at Godfrey. Not quite the dinner I’d planned to cook him at my house.
… whilst watching The Office. Free love on the free love freeway!

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Innocent French childhoods, ruined.
Paneer korma. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Just hanging out with Jonny, moaning about shit.