The Austrian president is watching over us at work.
Red car, red door.
On the bus.
The Estorick Collection (highly recommended).
Breakfast at Maison d'Etre (crockery!).
Wearing a wooly jumper in June.
A busy day's lunch.
The EU's UK office is tucked away on a quiet square behind Westminster.
I moved to Muswell Hill where they have bunting on the streets.
My brother's postcard arrived.
Meriel and I on an endless bus ride.
Since moving to Muswell Hill I have spent about 2/3 of my evenings here.
Lunch on the balcony at work.
Another bus ride. Almost home.
You can see Alexandra Palace at the end of this road.
Whatsapp is such a blessing. It means that I can text my brothers non-stop whenever I start feeling homesick. I can let them know what my life looks like. Admittedly my phone's camera is awful, but who cares? It's good enough to let them know where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm with. Here are some of the less incriminating/awful pictures.