The most amazing times of my life have been riding a little pony through the tundra in iceland smelling volcanic ash in my own on a self learning holiday after a friend thankfully cancelled. Another is driving wih my grandmother in her amazing classis BMW to the supermarket with her hair tied up in a scarf and her horn rimmed glasses shining in the sprringtime sun. Another is watching two friends spontaneously reenact the entirety of little britain while we were haning out behind a school. Another is lighting a bonfire taller than a man by a lakeside drinking winter beer with a big group of friends and just shooting the breeze. Another is sneaking into the canteen to snack on the japanese delicacies the office was gifted after a huge trial and being caught! Another is champagne breakfast at the office listening to the ;atest gossip. Another is playing volleyball barefoot in the sand on a cold Summer's day in the Netherlands after watching close friendly collleagues giving very amaing and informing presentations in a trendy beach bar. Another is the office online coffee corner during the pandemic, playing catch the mouse with turning the screen on to be suprised by a person being logged on.
Saturday, June 22, 2024
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