Today we said goodbye to my wonderful mum, Patricia Davis.
Mum, thank you for the love, strength, and beautiful memories you gave me. Your love and guidance shaped who I am, and I will carry your kindness and spirit with me always.
You supported my questionable fashion choices and bought me my first Barbie. I remember finding you ironing my Issey Miyake shirt and saying, “these bastard creases are a lot”. I will hold on tight to the memories we created together and keep the lessons you instilled in me close. You’re probably chewing the ear off Mr Valentino as we speak.
Patricia Davis 17/04/1945 - 19/01/2026
The Bubble witches 🫧🧙🏼♀️🧙🏽♀️. One of those days when you just don’t gel with a set designer. I remember they kept adding random shit in to the picture. A corn on the cob on the sofa 🌽. A empty pack of crisps or an ugly 60’s lamp. I think I even suggested they leave and go to find some nice bits in a skip in Hackney. And maybe I even tried to book @alundaviesad at lunch to save the day. Everyone hated the pictures when It was submitted them. I gave the story a silly name in the hope it would at least cheer me up. Kind of love it now and the hair. I leavened allot that day.