I finally got the strawberry daiquiri id been coveting. 

I took an objectively terrible photo at the beach. 

I sat by the pool and looked up. 

I saw some incredible villas when I went for a walk. 

I celebrated good work news with a mojito slushie. 

I got amongst the green in Hyde park as I walked to my metro interview. 

I made fried rice with slow-cooked sizzle steak. 

I saw Hackney being so dramatic on my way to the gym. 

I had a balcony moment after Evita. 

I was dwarfed by pizza at the Chesham arms. 

I had a huge hand at em’s birthday dinner. 

I went to Evita with Mike, Matt and Yas. 

I saw serious clouds over Battersea. 

I went to laksamania with the outnet girls. 

I dyed some clothes (with varying degrees of success).

I don’t have much to report today, so here is a cat from Italy. 

I finally got back into punch needle. 

I was very taken with these sunglasses cases. 

I woke up to a beautiful morning after a night of thunderstorms. 

I sat on the outdoor terrace at Rimini airport (because it was time to go home).