Corinne’s nipple spraying a little fountain of milk
Dark chocolate gelato
Getting back to the hostel and having a shower and washing my hair.
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Shovelling wood chip.
Taking my socks off.
A really productive evening – photoshoots, cleaning, two loads of washing, ironing, an Insta post AND Love is Blind Japan.
Texting James.
Naked yoga. And the relaxation at the end.
Unpacking, changing my bed, doing some washing and just being back at home after a long week away.
Washed sheets. Dried them in the sun. Back on the bed and day, smelling amazing. That’s the dream right there.
Walking back from signing the contract, along our quiet sunny road. Everything feels lovely when the sun is out.
Warm dark evenings. It feels like being on holiday. It makes everything feel different.
Sunny sunny sunny.
Sending off my invoice for the last three Saturdays. Please let her pay me tomorrow.
My outfit today. Stuart’s jumper, my black denim jacket (it was warm enough to ditch the winter coat for a day) and my freshly washed and clean smelling scarf.
Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line.
The drumming at the park.
That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day.
The smell of clean washing pumping out of the barbican buildings
Hanging out with him again. I miss him.
African music at the bowing alley.
This funny image from Time Out about overheard conversations in London. Complete with a funny animal picture. More here.
Being complimented on my work by two separate people.
The smell of my freshly washed scarf.
Three little things 