The second train – so much leg room and quiet and less stinky.
Getting home.
Going to Hackney to have sex with Bobby
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Sue thinking we had to get to the kids park for 1pm to catch the train.
Dad coming down the slide and almost going balls first into Hannah.
Ben farting on video.
Another pool day
Cheering the man who stuffed all our bags into one locker
The night train. First class. Well, technically.
Free train
Cute dog on the tube
Delicious veggie Sunday roast
Drinking coffee and listening to music with Adam and generally not getting much done.
Playing Would You Rather on the train.
Some funny M&S packaging
Watching volleyball in the park with a seagull.
Chats with Sarah on the train home.
Basil in my salad.
This vulva. It makes me smile. It looks a bit like a potato but in the loveliest way. It was this image I chose to share my story.
The bright green fields on the train up to see my family.
All my family, on the boat.
Getting half way through my very delayed commute, in the rain and deciding to just enjoy the walk and forget about being annoyed because it doesn’t matter. That was a good feeling.
Having all the housemates together in the living room. For possibly the first time since Christmas. Lauren bullying Mike for being a t-shirt stained mess. Ivan sneezing into Becky and pulling a muscle. I made a great cereal protest joke.
GIF-ing with Jen and James instead of doing any kind of work whatsoever.
Also I just loved this vagina image from @rudooles
Another MRF. Love recycling.
Watching Hunt For The Wildepeople on the sofa on a Tuesday
Booking a train to Brussels. Just like that.
Sharpened a pencil for the first time in ages. So satisfying.
Leaving work early and walking across the bridge in the sun, smirking at graffiti.
The woman next to me on the train gave me her spare Orangina. I gave her the book I finished. #trainfriends
Watching the green and yellow fields whizz by on the train back to London.
Finally went into the gym. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Probably because Friday night is not when the biggest gym kids go there…
Taking time afterwards to just sit in the changing room, cooling down and answering messages slowly. No rushing for me today.
Lols with Jen on the train.
Talking about vagina bowls with new colleagues. Didn’t exactly go down brilliantly but it was funny to laugh about later.
Beer on the train on the way home. Virgin Train beers….
Surprise View.
The huge Go Outdoors.
Alec on the train.
The two wonderful volunteers who turned up, out the blue, for a short time and just got stuck in ripping up the floor and painting for the first thing.
The very last bit of the train journey
Turning up at Hannah’s parents house and finding a chocolate bunny by the bed and a hot water bottle in it. So cute.
The small train up the mountain to the glacier, with views all down the valley.
Sledging. On the botty whizzer. In thigh deep snow.
The postcards we smeared with cake. And the cake.
Jo’s reaction to the hipster book.
Getting the train, not the coach.
The breakfast of breakfasts. Everything you could want. Sweetcorn hashcakes. Halloumi. Avocado. Eggs. So delicious.
This image. It’s called something like Diving into the Unknown. I really like it. It’s a little how I feel about life at the moment.
The view from the train window. Sunny blue skies all the way up shining down into the green green grasses of Great Britain.
Meeting nephew number two.
Waterworks. The weird water ‘theme park’ in the Coromandel. Loads of fun! Giant hamster wheel, big swings, a flying fox and lots of water inventions that get you wet.
Driving Creek Railway. The teeny tiny train zig zagging it’s way up the big hill over double decker viaducts.
A beautiful sunset over the water.
A happy day at work with plenty of loud laughing
A walk up to the park when I would normally have been working
Arriving at the station as the train is pulling, trying to go through the barriers, finding my Oyster card is empty, rushing to the machine to top it up, waiting for a receipt, legging it down the stairs and spectacularly leaping onto the train just as the doors as closing. Boom.
Booking trains and ferries to start our big trip! It’s official. We’ve booked and paid for transport to start us on our overland trip from here to New Zealand. It’s happening!
Speaking to people in the evening about New Zealand and how much they loved it. Which got me really excited again.
Dancing with friends and my boyfriend to some great songs I haven’t heard in a while.
Walking past a canal boat with full sized Rosie and Jim dolls on. And they waved at us! We waved back.
My boyfriend managed to change our train seats so we won’t be sat at a table. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
A day spent deciding all the things we need to buy for our big trip. We rarely buy anything so this is so exciting. Especially for me. I actually love buying stuff. I’ve just managed to keep it under control for the last few years. Tomorrow will be even more exciting. We’re going SHOPPING!
The name of this charity shop. I’m not against helping donkeys in the Holy Land, but it wouldn’t be my first choice of charity.
Seeing my nan smile.
The train conductors announcements “hello beautiful people. The next stop on this magical mystery tour is Croyden.”
Having a sort out and throwing away stuff that’s been hanging around the flat for years
Planning and researching our trip. Well, the first bit across Europe and the Trans Mongolian route.
And possibly getting him to agree to leaving for it sooner!
The Geordies on the train. Their accent is great anyway but they had some very funny conversations about power stations. (You probably had to be there)
Meeting baby Theodore for the first time and having a cuddle
James Bond with his top off in off in Skyfall.
Stroking a tiny dog on the train (not the one above obviously. But he made me laugh)
Seeing my friend’s face light up as she made a joke she clearly found hilarious.
The comedy night with Milton Jones
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