Archives for posts with tag: treat

Telling Adam I didn’t really rate New York as a city. And watching him be outraged.

A bath.

Dark chocolate peanut butter cups. Getting me through the jetlag.

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My strangely patterned avocados.

A quiet haircut, whilst it rained outside.

Discovering Bridget Jones’s Diary in the house. I’ve been wanting to watch this for weeks! Enjoyed with two slices of warm banana bread, smothered in Malteaser spread. Happy Sunday!


Finding a sausage under my desk.

Mint chocolate.

Comforting fish pie.


Embroidery with Sarah. Did a vagina. Obvs.

Baked biscuits (rock cakes) and jam tarts.

Did some morning yoga


A raspberry pastas de natas.

A mum hug

There’s no such thing as a fish podcasts

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Brunch babes at Beagle. And mine was free!
Actually making lunch for tomorrow. And breakfast. Basically I organised the shit out of my Monday meals.
Iced coffee, custard tart and chatting to Jo in the sun. A unplanned and lovely Sunday afternoon.

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Doing all the things to make me feel better today. Namely:
The cheap and delicious chocolate custard cake.
Sacking off work and just getting lots of life admin shit done – new passport ordered, food bags picked up, books donated, people responded to, face mask…urm…masked.
Then some creative shit. Sketching from the nude photographs I had done and watching a funny video about whittling. Then a smidge of learning some French.

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A chocolate crispie cake
Sunshine
Bashing out a few surveys quickly. It felt good to get some done.

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Raspberry custard tart
Listening to live music in a pub
Having the hiccups. For ages.

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We sold the van!
Delicious raspberry tea cake.
Floating around in the natural hot spring water pool for a few hours.

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A baked apple for an afternoon treat. Reminded me of making them with mum when I was little.
Giving my old laptop to the women’s refuge.
A badly timed voice crack during meditation class from the guy behind me. I had to try so hard not to laugh.