My huge Turkish breakfast. So delicious.
Napping on the sofa.
Gu chocolate mousse.
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My amazing charity shop haul. I got some great clothes for hardly any money at all! New trousers for £2 and a lovely man’s woollen jumper for £2 too. Yes please.
An evening with my boo, Jonny. I haven’t seen him for ages. So we went to Petek. Obvs.
Jen gossip and a Britney-esque photo. What a plum.
Sausage dog on the tube
Alec’s book about wanking robots. Or something. Made me lol in the street.
Meeting in the park. Feeling a bit creative and useful and respected. That’s always nice.
The Ben and Jerry’s refugee night. Free beer, ice cream and dancing with Charlie. Followed by Turkish with Jonny and Alec. Fun fun fun.
And yeah that’s four things but it’s been a struggle recently so if I have four things then that can only be a good thing.
Waking up, smelling like wood smoke from the fire last night.
An accidental loud, parp-y kind of fart in the shower. That made me full on lol.
Jonny came to stay. We went for Turkish food, ping pong and watched Archer in bed. It was perfect.
Multiple people asking to see my vagina print. At the same time.
Date night with Jonny. The classic Turkish food at Petek, beer at the Fullback and ping pong and dance machine at Rowan’s.
Discussing vaginas at work. And finding out about omgyes.com. OMG YAS.
The trees outside my window have changed colour, seemingly overnight.
The huge Turkish meal we had exploring a new bit of London. And the very friendly staff.
Got my necklace fixed. I love being able to wear it again.
Screen printing workshop. And the resulting vagina T-shirt.
Breakfast in the garden in the sun
Jonny date night. The usual. Turkish food, ping pong and Korean dance machine.
Little lunch time beer with my favourite team members to celebrate my last week at work.
All the Turkish food
Hannah’s birthday cake. Brownie, sponge and ice cream. Well done Marks and Spencer, well done.
Taking a different route through the park on the way home. More water, more ducks, more deer. More happiness.
Discovering Barnet has a penis.
Another night of beer, all the Turkish food and ping pong with Jonny.
Three little things 