Welcome to another set of photos from my good ol’ phone that is about to fall apart. I’ve been a little obsessed with Pearl Jam’s Just Breathe because it sums up life very well at the moment. I’m very good at being on the move, 24/7, and even do stuff on those few days off. I plan them carefully to catch that exhibition before it closes, or the sun, who knows when it’ll come out next, or that friend that I haven’t spoken to in weeks. It’s not that anything’s wrong with that, not at all! But what I’m not so good at is acknowledging that things are great how they are, that my inbox might survive if I ignore it for a day or two, that London will still be there if I don’t jump on a bus or train every morning and that it’s sometimes okay to have no plans at all. So although I wish I could show you some more photos of pure relaxing, here’s what I really did when I should have stayed in on a Sunday, sleepily sipped my coffee and curled up on the sofa with a book: Oxford, Portobello Market, Brighton, Islington cafés, East London wanderings… Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. But it made for some great memories and photos. And I’ll try to ‘just breathe’ next time and tell you all about it.