LONDON AGAIN YOU KNOW

I walked out of Heathrow airport just wanting my bedroom after a teary good-bye with my family in Bangkok and a delayed flight. Seven in the morning, I walked up to the first cab, not even thinking that it was a black one. Which means metered fare.

I tried not to watch the meter as it creeped past a hundred pounds, and just capture the sunrise instead. By the time I got to my flat in Hackney, I paid and rushed inside. Then that sinking feeling about ten minutes later realising I'd left my brand new iphone on the seat of the cab.

After two days of stressing, the taxi driver got in contact with me and returned it for a small price. Not the best welcome home, but hopefully a lesson to be more careful and a reminder that there are lovely people out there...

2014

Some white Cons and my little sister's crazy legs to bring in the new year...

PARADISE

Some of my favourite Insatgram pictures from Thailand...

1. Bangkok carpark faces
2. Thailand got them camo leaves tho
3. Fruit and alcohol // Heaven
4. Surprise birthday dinner
5. Painting my sister's nails
6. Swing by the sea // Koh Panghan

THE TWENTY-FIRST NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER

The end part of Thailand... Drinks on the beach in Koh Samui. When Earth, Wind and Fire's "September" came on, my mum and I sung it like idiots. Waving our bowls of lychee martinis around, I'll smile every time the song plays. My sister lit a lantern across the sky.

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Then we boarded the ferry the next day for one last night in Bangkok.

AND SO ON...

Two things that caught my eye lately...

1. I usually rush from work to the tube station, but this man made me stop. Glasses, a matching salmon tweed blazer and trousers... And those shoes. I always feel guilty taking pictures of strangers, but am usually too shy to ask. I couldn't resist it and told myself he was too cool to miss.

Then a week later, I saw him back out the front of Topshop, camera in hand. Maybe he takes pictures of passers by (except he probably asks their permission!) Anyway... He was the kind of person that you wish you were cool enough to know.

2.  An alley near my work... It looked like it was about to be someone's job to scrub this off.

DAY JOB

London - a magazine lover's dream. It didn't take long for me to find my favourite newsagent. Right near my work, it's a little off license that stocks every magazine you can imagine. The first time I went in there and saw shelves upon shelves of delicious covers, my breathing quickened.

The three Indian men that work there know me well now, and as soon as I'm near the counter will rush to tell me teasingly "The Australian ones are running late this month... Like always!" They know my favourites, suggest ones I might like and always write down my suggestions (Monster Children please!)

I won't go anywhere else for my magazines, and I like it that way. My ideal lunch break is a trip down to them, then a coffee in my favourite cafe a little further down the street, trying not to get crumbs and sugar all over the new, crisp pages.

Above: Corduroy magazine / Day Job magazine