Headed round to the hamlet-esque Eastbourne for rehearsals.
The harbour was as calm as my nerves were jangly on the walk to my tattoo appointment.
Everything was shaken at work. It was a long draining day.
I didn’t need to go to the supermarket but I couldn’t face heading straight to the office.
I stayed late on what was possibly my last day working at Parliament.
I wish I could elaborate but I don’t talk about my work online.
A macro shot of the beautiful hot-pink daisy a coworker bought me on what was possibly my last day. So sweet.
I love the colours of guacamole all lined up in a row. It’s one of the few times that the primary green of our bench top doesn’t make me cringe.
Straight hair and nerves before my tattoo appointment.