Deciding to say something and it actually turning out well. I feel closer to him again.
Almost finished the curtains!
Housemates (nearly) altogether, watching Queer Eye. Such an adorbs old man.
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Doing some sewing. It’s nice to do something creative, absorbing and physical again.
Seeing Venus in the sky.
Chatting to Liv. She helped get me out of an afternoon slump.
Decided to not bail on tonight’s plans and was really glad I didn’t. Left the house grinning, excited to not be sat at home looking at my laptop and thinking about all the things I should be doing
An evening of feminist chat and heartfelt confessions with a close friend. And maybe a little bit too much pale ale.
Coming home to a drunken conversation with my boyfriend
Going to the new cafe for lunch. And it was good. And cheap. And the man was very friendly.
A chat with mum
A teeny tiny dog in a bag
The very smiley bearded man who walked last the shop and smiled. Widely. Sadly not the man above.
The bird in the bin area that looked annoyed at my interruption
Just talking about my day with my boyfriend. Making him laugh and telling him stories
Singing along to some great songs on the radio on the way back from New Year
Spending some time with my boyfriend in the car, chatting about all sorts
Playing a silly game with his parents in the evening.
