I make a cracking cup of tea, slightly overwater my basil, and keep meaning to learn the names of the clouds properly. I’ve got a soft spot for old bookshops, wonky mugs, and crisps eaten on windy walks by the sea. If there’s music on, I’m probably doing a little kitchen dance while pretending I’m only looking for a spoon. I once gave names to three houseplants and now feel guilty when I forget to rotate them. I laugh at dreadful puns, get oddly competitive about board games, and can absolutely be bribed with cinnamon buns.
