Been meaning to cover my old tattoo for ages. Lots of reasons. That's almost done, barring a touch-up when it's all healed. I am very happy.
You've got to make your own fun. Bonus points if you make a human then teach them to be fun.
I miss Southampton Common. There's so many good trees and birds and all that noise. Goddamn love nature it gets me so amped.
Oxford is such an unwelcoming city. There are signs everywhere telling you what you're not allowed to do. Don't lock your bike here. Don't even lean your bike here. Keep off the grass, keep out, don't let anyone follow you in, don't take photos, silence please.
Fortunately managed to snap a little photo of Tabitha (the most consistently noisy person in Oxford at the time) next to a sign telling her to do the impossible.
It's not my home-home, but Southampton is the first place Charlotte and I lived together, and it's our home town. I haven't been back here properly for years, and lots has changed.
Thankfully, Sanjha is still open. Their onion bhajis remain the best I've ever had, and I've still never even seen paneer pakoras anywhere else.
There's a new cinema, which has a nice moiré about it as you scroll.
And some stuff for the kid to jump on.
It's quite nice to be back, if only for a night and a day. It certainly has all the strange familiarity of visiting your home town. As much as things change, they stay the same.