183/365

Watching Up for the second time, and being able to cry properly (last time I was on a first date and I didn't want to smudge my mascara, so I had to choke back the tears). Isn't it amazing that a cartoon can do that?

182/365

Leftover Christmas cake that me and my Mum keep pouring sherry over. Mmm.

181/365

Being the only person in the pathology waiting room who realised there was a numbered ticketing system, so I got called up first.

So long, suckers!

180/365

Taking mum's painting off the wall to "tweak" the poppy in the foreground. I had a moment where I thought I'd ruined it, but it all came together and I'm much happier with it now.

But that pod could be a little smaller...

179/365

All three of us siblings and two sister-in-laws squashed on the 3 seater couch at my bro's place for his birthday (yep, Boxing Day birthday - sucks to be him!), and having my brother tell a bad Dad joke just because he knew it would make me laugh.

178/365

The silliness of Christmas Day with my crazy fam - party-popper wars, balsa-wood aeroplanes getting stuck in trees, putting cones over our eyes and giving out ridiculous presents (Reynolds brand biro's, anyone?). I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

177/365

Finally reaching the turning point with the painting I'm doing for my mum, to go at the end of the hallway. Future archaeologists might get a glimpse of the crappy mountains and fake-looking flowers that I painted over.

176/365

Receiving long-distance Christmas gifts in the post (which appear as if by magic on the front porch).

175/365

Being followed part-way home by one of my friend's twins (age 5, broken arm, feeling a little sorry for himself) at his insistence, then watching as he reached the outer extreme of his comfort zone and turned tail for home.

174/365

The exquisite sadness of sitting on a train with your head resting against the window, watching rain drops trickle down the other side of the glass, while listening to Joan as Police Woman singing "To Be Lonely".

173/365

Running into our family car mechanic (2 generations thereof) while having dinner at the local RSL.

Hi, Mr. O'Connor (Senior)! You don't remember me, but you probably remember the succession of shitty cars I limped over to your garage to be fixed...

172/365

Seeing a man on the train with real life Sideshow Bob hair.

171/365

Seeing a monk in orange robes putting out his wheelie bin for the rubbish collection.

170/365

Christmas lights on the "random" setting.

169/365

Going to a job interview where I wasn't asked: "What would you consider your greatest success stories?". Just nice, down-to-earth people who were interested in me and my folio. Ahh.

168/365

Being the devil on my friend's shoulder, telling her she only need tell the Agency what they need to know...

167/365

Whipping up some lovely lemon butter for Christmas presents (only I forgot to leave some for me and my parents).

166/365

Making pickled onions for my Dad for Christmas (or possibly his b'day in January). Don't worry, he doesn't "get" the internet so there's not even a slim chance he will stumble across this post.

165/365

Just making the 12.38am train back to Glen Waverley...

164/365

Hearing Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas..." for the first time this year.

Yup, it's trashy but admit it: you secretly love it too.

163/365

Giving the neglected compost heap a good mix with the gardening fork, and adding some green trimmings. It's basically like preparing a salad - you want a good mix of textures; not too dry or too wet.

162/365

Cycling the Pashley home from the bike shop :) Melbourne streets are so smooth after pot-holey old London!

161/365

Making McReyno's burgers and chips for my parents for dinner, with direction from Dad ("More onion! How about some tomato sauce? Did you butter the roll?")

160/365

Comparing strange dreams with my Dad. His "John Lennon's body with Andy Lee's head" dream won this round.

159/365

Riding my 10-year-old bike to an appointment in a $9 Salvo's dress. Who needs a car/disposable income?

158/365

Getting two phone calls in a row from my SILs (sisters-in-law) to organise a market day. I love having extra family members of the female persuasion!

157/365

156/365

The thrill of seeing my banana-passionfruit seeds sprouting - who would have thought those tiny green shoots could produce such a reaction? I hope I get to eat the fruit from one of these babies, one day in the not-too-distant future.

155/365

Wandering around Ceres "Community Environment Park" day-dreaming about having my own garden.

154/365

Having a Keanu Reeves "whoa" moment at a hippy party, while chatting with a bloke who had had plastic surgery on his ears to make them pointed (as well as an enormous tatt over half of his face/head/body), as he told me about his past living on the streets of Sydney and his dreams to run his own fashion label.

Everybody is people, even those outside the norm.

153/365

Making it to the other side of the lake, tugging little Arwen by one hand.

152/365

Making spicy broadbean felafels and salad with minty yoghurt, using all fresh produce from the garden (except for the yoghurt, which was locally sourced).

151/365

Helping the Fryer's Forest community clear their flooded main access bridge. Just me in my bare feet (no wellies!) and a bunch of hippies, chucking sticks downstream and hauling logs to the sides as the golden-brown water gushed on.

It's rare for me to feel that I'm actually doing something important and useful. It's a good feeling.

150/365

Getting at least twice as much dried mango as I paid for from a grateful market holder, who thanked me for waiting patiently while he served some bossy women ahead of me.

I can't abide people who are rude to the people serving them (which seems to be a more common occurence in these impatient times). Do you really think you're that important? I got news for you sister, you ain't.

149/365

Swimming in a vast, peaceful sun-warmed dam, black with natural tanins, the sun beaming gently down on my lightly tanned flesh.

148/365

OH MY GOD IT'S CHRISTMAS IN FOUR WEEKS! CHRISTMAS! DID YOU HEAR ME AT THE BACK?

147/365

Taking delivery of my shipment of boxes, 3 months later!

Pashley is back (but not back together... anyone know a good bike repair shop??) as well as many, many shoes and DVDs.

146/365

30 degrees of absolute perfection in Melbourne today.

Also, spending an afternoon with an old school mate, debating climate change with her hubbie in between reading to their adorable 3 year old.

145/365

Having my brother tell me that I have a sister now, for the first time in 33 years.

A sister! Of my very own.

144/365

That strangely sad/good melancholy feeling you get when on a long journey back to the city after spending a week in a lush green place.

143/365

Trying not to laugh while telling the boys off for not turning out their lights and going to sleep. They were that cute..."But I thought it was only 8.45, not 9.45!", "But he pretended he was in pain, he MADE me go over there!"

142/365

Planting a plumtree. Sounds simple, doesn't it? Well, let me tell you, it involved digging a metre square hole (dropping the spade in fright when a small snake slipped out of the grass), wheel-barrowing two barrows of mulch through the tall grass, and fetching several buckets full of dam water to water it with.

Damn those plums better be good!

141/365

Basking in a waterfall of compliments as everyone devoured my Apple Clafoutis.

140/365

Lopping artichokes from the tip-top of plants one and a half times bigger than me, while Sean (age 8) and Riley (age 10) scramble to find them in the underbrush.

139/365

Introducing Riley (age 10) to the strategic mathematical mind-boggling goodness that is Paddocks.

For those of you who don't remember - draw a square as big as your patience on graph paper, mark all the corner 'dots', take it in turns to draw a line between adjoining dots, and when your line closes a square, mark it with your initial. Most initials wins. Suitable for ages 6 and up.

138/365

Koo Wee Rup: what a great name for a town. I am loving rural Victoria more and more.

137/365

The Awwww! when the lights went down and the Ahhhh! as they came back up. Nothing like a mini blackout to make you appreciate the modern magic of electricity.

136/365

Mooching around town with the Sydney-based Miss Chetty (or I guess Missus Mountford now that she's married... WHATEVS CHETTY). Popped into Meet Me At Mike's (the analogue version) and ate far too many macaroons... what a lovely way to spend a Saturday.

135/365

Getting a surprise visit from my bro and his wife (!), who burst in while I was doing the washing in my PJs.

134/365

Sitting on the top deck of the ferry back to the mainland in the brilliant sunshine and thinking: I haven't been this happy since New York.

133/365

Learning to make "poor man's cheese" from fresh milk and apple cider vinegar with Alison of French Island Olive Oil.

132/365

The koala who tolerated me and my camera with a great expression of "harrumph" on his fuzzy little features. Boop!

131/365

Walking along a lonely stretch of the rugged beach and stepping onto grey "rocks" that gave way under my feet like puffy cushions.

130/365

Walking up from the caravan to the farmhouse to be greeted with the most lovely breakfast spread - fresh coffee on the stove, homemade bread and jam for toast, muesli with strawberries and stewed rhubarb, and fresh milk and yoghurt courtesy of the jersey cow up the road. These ladies know how to live.

129/365

The quizzical little boy on the jetty who told me that the ferry had just left, but reassured me that it would be back in about an hour, and was I going to French? And who was I staying with? And had I been there before?

Thank you little dude, you made me glad to miss my ferry.

128/365

Trying on a pair of my dad's old overalls and finding that they fitted perfectly. Uh-oh.

127/365

Driving. It's such a luxury for me now, to get in a car and drive wherever I want, whenever I want (traffic permitting), in my own little bubble.

I do wish Melbourne had better public transport. I probably will end up purchasing a car at some point; but for now, I'm enjoying the luxury of the odd drive in my mum's snazzy little Mazda.

126/365

Charlie the cockatoo's welcome dance, consisting of raising his crest, flaring his tail feathers, and bobbing groovily from side to side like a sulfur-crested Tony Manero.

125/365

Having 2 little snow-white kids jumping on me and trying to eat my hat while my friend laughed her head off (between snapping shots).

124/365

The exhilaration of walking two beautiful dingoes along a country road, nearly having my arm yanked off in the process. I was a little wary until the more affectionate of the two jumped up on me and tried to lick me to death.

123/365

Bottle-feeding calves and lambs. It's been a long time since I did it on my uncle's farm as a child and I forgot how slightly unnerving, but eventually lovely and calming it is.

122/365

Helping a jumpy little girl to overcome her fear of animals by sitting and talking with her until she felt ready to stroke the quietest little black bunny in my arms.

121/365

Finding myself unexpectedly at a beach near Bittern after a long journey down the coast, paddling in the water with three disparate strangers who already felt like friends.

120/365

Realising my trying-to-be-serious story about a bloke trying to engage a hitman's services to off his girlfriend was actually kind of funny when read out loud...

119/365

Realising that the overwhelming colour to be found in my wardrobe is coral.
Exhibit A:

118/365

Being gently persuaded away from the retro Wayfarer sunnies I had my eye on for a more classic style of Ray Bans (to replace my generic UK prescription sunnies which I lost on the Melbourne train system).

117/365

Making Dickie remove his top and wear my staw hat to pose as Huck Finn by the Yarra. You're a good sport Mr. Dickie!

116/365

Inventing the "bum race" with my cousins two little boys, where you race down the hotel stairs on your bum annoying the hotel staff and generally creating a ruckus.

115/365

Breaking down halfway through the reading at my bro's wedding, causing him to tear up, and subsequently half the audience. Love you bro, and so proud to have you as part of our family Stace.

114/365

Pre-wedding day preparations - my mum and I have been racing around to last minute appointments. This is the first wedding in our family and it's an extraordinarily big deal! Can't wait to see my bro up there.

113/365

New Season 30 Rock! Starting tonight! On Australian television! And I only just found out! 25 minutes before it began! *heaves a contented sigh*

112/365

Being told by a fellow class member that I write great dialogue. I may not be the greatest talker in the world, but I sure as hell am a great listener.

111/365

Little Millyca hugging my leg as if it were a tree, beaming up at me in her winning 2-year-old way.

110/365

Little Tya telling her mum that she wants my apple pie for her birthday cake next year, her big brown eyes wide with earnest. Adorbs.

109/365

Laying down for a sneaky afternoon break after a long day of digging up rocks. I don´t like rocks.

108/365

Talking my mum into buying me another "guilt coffee" after she accidentally slammed my thumb in the car door yesterday... it doesn't hurt but it sure looks a mess!

107/365

Sloshing through the dumping rain to pick up my left-behind charger, cursing myself every step of the way, and then realising that after this experience, I'm never going to leave it behind again!

106/365

Hearing my writing class talk about my characters as if they were real.

105/365

Giving Lukee and Marky Mark a big hug and a kiss goodbye :) they weren't expecting that!

104/365

Seeing a newborn calf up close, all big black eyes, lanky limbs and marshmallow-pink nose. Goddamn they are gorgeous creatures.

103/365

Beautiful roast chicken for dinner after a hard day's yakka cutting weeds and laying mulch.

102/365

Running through the house giggling and shooting the boys with their toy "sucker" gun. If you can call blokes in their late twenties "boys"...

101/365

Meeting a gorgeous sulphur-crested cockatoo who wanted nothing more than to rub his head on my leg and be petted.

100/365

Catching my first ever V-Line train. It felt like a proper adventure.

99/365

Listening to the eclectic stories written by my creative writing class.

98/365

Sharpening a whole box of old coloured pencils left over from my high school days. It's so satisfying to see that neat row of sharpened points in a muddled up spectrum of colours and lengths.

97/365

Losing whole hours while tapping away at the keyboard in a writing trance.

Oh look, I missed lunch. Oh well, I'll just keep writing until I find out why this character is acting so weird.

96/365

Hanging on the porch with pops, drinking the remainder of his VB with lemonade.

95/365

Dreaming of French Island, a remote little community just east of the Bay, only accessible by boat. I hope to get some WWOOFing gigs out there. What a treat all this spare time and space is.

94/365

Booking in a WWOOF stay in Kyabram, up north, in a weeks time. That's right, I'm venturing beyond the suburbs. Watch out, country Victoria! Clueless city slicker heading your way.

93/365

Being distracted by the lure of various creative projects at the shops - half price wool at Lincraft (round crochet-cushion ahoy!) and reduced canvases at Riot Art & Craft.

92/365

Being genuinely intrigued by the short pieces we produced during a half hour "free writing" session at my creative writing workshop. What an interesting bunch of bite-size stories.

91/365

The contented clucking of a brood of well-fed chooks.

90/365

The look on Bruce's face (over-enthusiastic blonde Border Collie) when he can't find the stick that I threw in the opposite direction to where he was running. So sweet but so dumb!

89/365

Being told I don't look old enough to have a thirty year old "little" brother!

88/365

Being asked to do a reading at my bro's wedding next month. As long as I don't choke on my own sentimental tears, it'll be great.

87/365

Having an appreciate audience for my canvas master*cough*pieces.

86/365

Tidying up in preparation for Caz and Mick's homecoming. Housework can be satisfying in short bursts (as long as there are weeks of laziness in between, to make sure it doesn't become drugery).

85/365

Squirting gobs of paint onto a canvas you've decided needs a complete overhaul. Constructively destructive!

84/365

Cooking dinner for my mum... working towards payback for the million and one dinners she's prepared for me over my lifetime!

83/365

Getting paint on my fingers (and pants, and in my hair...)

82/365

Realising that Australian TV really isn't the cultural wilderness that I remember. The Gruen Transfer, Good News Week, Talkin' 'bout your Generation made infinitely more watchable by the marvellous Sean Micallef, Mad Men on SBS, First Tuesday Book Club, Australian Story... lots of good stuff, well produced and intelligently presented.

81/365

I called it!


Can I pick 'em or what? I knew he'd turn out to be a hottie.

80/365

The awesome majesty of towering gum trees, shooting up, up, up to impossibly tall heights.

79/365

My first paid writing job. At least, I'm assuming it's paid.. if the client likes it enough to use it.

78/365

Working out how to play the ipad theme by ear on my friend's baby grand. And startling the dogs with my free form "jazz".

77/365

Getting more than I bargained for while hugging Ryan, my school friend's cheeky, tactile little 3 year old. Boy likes boobs!

Not exactly a Happy Moment as such - that would be weird - but it did make me laugh.

76/365

Mucking around with middle bro, using miniature baking marshmallows as teeth.

75/365

Sharing a wave and a smile with the Puffing Billy maintenance men who were chuffing along the tracks above my head.

74/365

Friendly neighbours who are up for a stop-n'-chat.

73/365

The air up here! So sweet and fragrant and fresh it is a joy to inhale - eucalpytus and pine and woodsmoke and wet dirt and tree bark.

Is this how air is supposed to smell? Damn.

London, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you have a little personal hygiene problem.

72/365

Taking delivery of my enormous parcel of clothes and shoes at long last (my luggage was so stupendously overweight I had to send it separately). Also, no breakages! But I may be spending the next few weeks hunched over a hot iron.

71/365

Waking up to two expectant furry faces. Walkies!

70/365

The impossibility of seeing old High school friends as grown ups. We'll always be giggling adolescents in school uniform in my mind.

69/365

Op-shopping with my Mum.

68/365

Discovering that one of the WWOOF hosts is Mr. John Marsden of Tomorrow When The War Began fame!! Please accept me Mr. Marsden, I am strong and healthy and dying to get my hands dirty.

67/365

Spending an afternoon in the company of friends I haven't seen in a long time. Missed you guys, Bixatron and the Spaldinator!

66/365

Double rainbow all the way across the sky!!!

Pic to come as soon as I figure out the quirks of my parents crappy computer...

65/365

A surprise evening drop-in from one bro, and a surprise call from the other, both within 5 minutes of each other. Yay siblings!

64/365

The fresh, sweet smell of the Melbourne air after the rain.

63/365

The warble of a magpie warning me away from her nest.

62/365

The friendliness of Australian shop assistants.

61/365

My Dad's tears at the airport as I stumbled out of the arrivals gate. My mum's beaming face when I got home. Hugging my brothers later the same day, and laughing on the porch. The crisp Melbourne sunshine in my face, staving off jet lag. Catching up with my parents and telling them about how I've been. Being looked after by them. My mum's home cooking.

Well, you get the picture. It's lovely to be home.

60/365

The view from the plane window as we flew over Australia, a bright orange strip defining the horizon, blackness above and below.

59/365

Basking in the warm glow of the Late Turner room at the TATE Britain on my last day in London. Heavenly.

58/365

Receiving my custom designed t-shirt this morning:



I'm really pleased with how this turned out. Gonna miss my London blading buddies!

57/365

Taping up boxes with brown packing tape. Mmm, I love the smell of cardboard in the morning.

56/365

The warm afterglow of an evening spent with friends and well-wishers.

55/365

Wondering what that tinkling sound was while riding my bike to work, and realising it was coming from my new dangly earrings.

54/365

Pashley, I hereby dub thee Princess Persephone, purveyor of pedal-powered pleasure!

53/365

...and that's how you make a man salad.

52/365

Getting a surprise visit from Mr. Black-and-White-Cat poking his head into my living room. Gave each other quite a start.

51/365

Realising that the Pashley is a much easier ride than my old banger. The momentum on that baby! It practically rides itself.

50/365

Seeing a black woman whose hair was dyed the most perfect shade of cobalt blue.

49/365

Riding home bathed by the sort of softly glorious sunset that London does so well, Canary Wharf tower lit up in orange to my left and the Royal Festival Hall glowing soft pink and mauve to my right.

48/365

Finding an adaptor I had given up as lost. Most pleasing.

47/365

Accidentally overturning a punnet of blueberries in the fridge and watching helplessly as they pin-balled their way from the top shelf all the way down to the vegetable crisper.

46/365

Cycling to Battersea Park with my friend and previous flatmate Gem on her Birthday Eve.

I wish she would move to Melbourne and live next door to me. How about it, Gem? I'll make you pancakes every weekend!

45/365

Smoking fake cigarettes. Try it, it makes you look really cool man.

44/365

Zoo anticipation.

43/365

Having the theme song from "Perfect Strangers" running around my head for days.

Annoying though it is, it makes me smile every time. Ah, bad tv, happy memories.

42/365

Noticing a man crossing Blackfriar's bridge in ankle-length pants and bright red socks, topped off with pork pie hat, turquoise shirt and jazzy bow tie.

41/365

Mirror-mosaic octopus!

40/365

Riding my second-hand-but-new-to-me Pashley to work. It is everything I dreamed it would be: stately, graceful, comfortable, and surprisingly speedy. Not so great on the uphills, but oof! It gains some serious momentum and once it gets going, you can sail along for ages! Love love love it.

39/365

Getting a text message from a friend. Such a simple pleasure.

38/365

Refusing to go inside during a light rain shower at a friend's BBQ. After you resist the urge to run for cover at the first few drops, it's really fine, and maybe even kind of nice.

37/365

Spider-web tattoos on the elbows of the cyclist in front of me today.

36/365

Discovering Abstract City, by Christoph Niemann. I could spend hours lost in his world full of whimsical ideas and simple illustrations.

35/365

I have a new bike! A second hand Pashley princess. And oh, she's such a joy.

34/365

Being welcomed to the happy fraternity of Gmail.

33/365

Home-made frozen lemon-curd yoghurt. Divine.

32/365

Retail therapy of the rather sensible kind, I think you'll agree:

1x pair of black stretch trousers and 1x black knee-length skirt from Gap
1x pair of dark blue skinny jeans and 2x super-cheap tees from Uniqlo

31/365

Doing the "flying dragon" in Qi-yoga: a pose where you balance on one slightly bent leg with hands in prayer position, bend forward slowly from the hips while raising your other leg behind you until your torso and raised leg are parallel to the ground, then stretching your arms out to either side with wrists bent and fingers pointing upwards.

Hold for several minutes, pretending to be an aeroplane (or a flying dragon, if you prefer)!

30/365

Choice paralysis in Paperchase: too many cute cards! How can I possibly be expected to pick the one that is just right for it's intended recipient?

29/365

Raspberry crumble muffins. Oh yeah.

28/365

Best 5-syllable word ever:



(I can't help imagining it voiced by Captain Zapp Brannigan from Futurama).

27/365

The sound of breaking ice from it's tray and the lovely dink when it hits your glass.

26/365

Riding to work this morning, the sky heavy with dark clouds, chanting "don't-rain-don't-rain-don't-rain" in my head with every pedal. And it didn't.

I am magic!

25/365

The dnk-dnk-dnk of tiled pavement under my rollerblades.

24/365

Communing with the ducks at Hampstead Heath Ladies Bathing Pond.

23/365

Free cocktails. The most perfect sentence in the human language.

22/365

Well if it isn't my old foe, Gusting Headwinds! We meet again. How fitting that you should choose Waterloo Bridge to make your attack. Well Gusting, you haven't defeated me yet and tonight is going to be no exception! For I shall never surrender to your icy cold fingers, NEVER! I shall struggle on gallantly, inch by inch, until victory and half a tub of ice-cream are once again within my triumphant grasp.

21/365

Noticing a beautiful period building with "Sons of Temperance Friendly Society" emblazoned across the top of its facade.

Wouldn't that be a great name for a band?

20/365

Letting out an involuntary old man groan as I straddled my bike this morning, after too much dancing to Vampire Weekend on Sunday night.

19/365

The simple joy of sitting on a couch after a weekend of no chairs. Better than bed or shower. Who would've thought it?

I'm pretty sure I heard my butt muscles sigh gratefully.

18/365

Dancing joyously in my socks to the most excellent Vampire Weekend (most especially the gorgeous chaos of Cousins)

17/365

Sitting barefoot on a picnic blanket, drinking cider in the hot hot rays of sunshine while nodding sleepily along to Mumford & Sons.

16/365

The Empire of the Sun dancers. Love those funky-fierce sex-robot moves, ladies! And your costumes are out of this world. Truly.

15/365

My long lost thermarest came home! I've missed you, Best Camping Accessory Ever.

14/365

Warm, intermittent raindrops.

13/365

Seeing a businessman carrying a bunch of lilies home for his girlfriend. I love seeing men with flowers.

12/365

Seeing a grumpy faced business man pushing a miniature (also grumpy) version of himself in a pram.

11/365

Roller-blading the smooth paths criss-crossing the park in the heat of the late afternoon sun, scaring pedestrians and making kids jealous.

10/365

Having a random conversation with a gentle-natured 79-year-old man in a cafe in Clapham. What interesting stories he had to tell.

9/365

Cycling past the National Theatre on a warm night, the vast concrete facades lit up red, green and blue.

8/365

Got two wolf-whistles on the way to work this morning. Although, they might not have been for me. Oh well, I'm taking 'em.

7/365

Playing leapfrog with the 59 bus most of the way to work. He would stop at the bus stop, I would overtake him, he would overtake me again, repeat until we parted ways. My favourite part is the same dumb faces staring out at me on each overtaking cycle.

6/365

I really enjoyed my lunch today: puy lentils cooked in stock, drained and mixed with wholegrain mustard, olive oil and lemon; together with rocket, avocado, yellow capsicum, mushrooms, and tomato. Yum.

5/365

You know, I really want to take this project seriously, but honestly - sometimes, this pollyanna, new age, "if you can dream it, you can do it!" crap gets to me. Sometimes, I just want to be a mopey emo kid/grumpy f*cker/weeping Tori Amos fan.

Then I see a wonderful thing like this:



and it fucking kills me. This took me to a happy place (although obviously not his happy place, which is apparently on another planet in a whole other galaxy).

4/365

Lying on the terrace in the sun, I see a cloud that looks EXACTLY like an x-ray of a Pterodactyl. Cool.

3/365

A toddler craning over his mum's shoulder, pointing a chubby finger at a red double decker bus trunding past.

2/365

The geeky guy checking me out in the park at lunchtime.

1/365

The way my full skirt swirls around my knees as I pedal, occassionally exposing my brown knees.