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.