/ə,eɪ ˈhapi lɪst/
- a list of things that make me happy.
- an eternal realist’s exercise in optimism.
Here are some of the things that bring me joy…
Postman’s Park is my favourite place in London. Fact. There are three reasons for this: 1. It’s eerily serene, which is hard to find around these parts. 2. It featured in my one of my favourite play/movies, Closer, which you will have unknowingly heard of through three popular emo songs (Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off, But It’s Better If You Do) if not through its numerous award nominations. 3. It has a memorial – or wall of plaques – dedicated to heroic self-sacrifice.
Our puppy is like a baby. Literally every dog owner I have ever met INCLUDING MYSELF warned me that our puppy would be like a baby. I didn’t truly believe that our puppy would be like a baby, however, until she vomited in my lap on the car ride home, did something unspeakable in David’s hands before bedtime (more on that later) and woke us up at 5:30am with a piercing shriek.
Colbie, feeling cutesy | “Why are you pulling a Zoolander?” | Ice cream on homemade brownie on homemade cookie for someone’s 30th
Uncle time | My very own DOTA2 pyjamas, straight from the International Tournament #Nerdgasm | Old man Charles, caught off guard ❤
There are a lot of things no-one tells you when you move to London. Things you’ll inevitably pick up yourself along the way, but which you’ll use as an accusation when talking to any fellow Londoners you knew pre-London. WHY didn’t you tell me to avoid Oxford Street on weekends, for example, and WHY did you play down the rat problem?