Trapped Under Goats.

Spend £60 on groceries, Hana organises: a photo montage.

When people utter the words ‘go back to your own country’ and I’m just a tad too professional to stab them in the face.

We should all just thank god I’m alive.

Some say it’s the eyes, some say the accent.

An actual cherry bakewell from the city of Bakewell. Does not ‘travelwell.’

My mum bought me a tea towel from the city of Bakewell.

Tiny, duck-shaped cars.

Two Minis drove past me, shortly followed by a speeding police car.

Sunday morning Italian Job.

What was Aladdin’s last name?

Stuff’s happening on my floor.

It’s just that I’m old school like that.

Hana is basking in a pit of balloon

Best way to lay all day.