Archives for posts with tag: who gives a crap

Coming home to London at the golden hour.

Seeing all our loo rolls, stacked around the house.

Having a shower in mum and dad’s lovely shower.

More autumn leaves on the Gruffalo trail.

Pulling faces with Fred in selfie mode.

Our huge pile of toilet roll.

Bright yellow leaves, walking in the cold but sunny autumn weather all morning doing NOx tubes.

Yoga with Adriene, making me remember myself and my worth, before asking a question I needed to ask.

Buying a LOT of toilet roll. Thanks Who Gives A Crap. So happy Jonny was into it.