Chips and pickled onions at Corvi’s.
Walking on Brick Lane, feeling so lost in myself.
Shelling monkey nuts.
Back to routine with 5.30 starts.
Escaping momentarily in three books – Sally Rooneys Conversations With Friends, If God Was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman, Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng.
Making lists of books I want to read.
Making lists of things I am grateful for.
The tilt of the light, shifting and stretching …….just that little bit.
Issues 9 and 10 of Violet lifting my creative slump.
Living a childhood dream of being a Pink Lady for one night (Rizzo, obviously), with the best group of women – my Magnificent 7.
Feeling frustrated at the ending of If Beale Street could talk, but happy that I watched it at my favourite cinema.
Listening to Joy Crookes on repeat.
Saying goodbye. Again. The hardest.