Watching The Secret Life of Puppies on YouTube with my boss.
Shit-faced Shakespeare with Stuart.
Walking through hot London at night. Through Trafalgar’s Square, past the WWII women’s memorial, along the river. I still love London.
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Getting some projects. And the freedom to think of creative new ideas for them.
The Darkest Hour. UP YER BUM!
Hair.
Maybe got a job at WOW.
Got heaps more Instagram followers after a mention on Buzzfeed (it had some slightly negative repercussions. But also I love that woman who came to my rescue. Bye trolls).
Finally saw Dunkirk. Brilliant, so intense.
Walking past the Women of World War II memorial
Power ballads and Drake. And the resulting chair dancing.
Dinner and drinks with Georgie.
My first bubble tea. Served by a hilarious and lovely man.
Georgie saying lovely things about me. And Liam too apparently.
Walking to Holborn (as usual) and singing Call Your Girlfriend the whole way.
Oh and I ordered my new phone.
Breakfast in the garden. Toast, fresh coffee, a magazine and sunshine.
Cutting the grass with the strimmer.
Lee Miller: A Women’s War at the Imperial War Museum. The cycle powered hairdressers made me smile. And the production of Vogue in the 1940’s. And just what a badass she was.
Finding this incredible photo of St Paul’s in WWII again.
Feeling excited about this job.
Loud music. In the morning and the evening.
Three little things 