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My period started. I knew exactly when it was about to happen.

Tomato soup and garlic bread.

Seven Worlds One Planet. The running colourful lizard dinosaur things. I love their running.

Having the window a little bit open and hearing a pigeon rustling about in the tree outside, munching on the red berries.

Breaking out the emergency Japanese chocolate.

That warm cosy feeling you get sheet a shower halfway through the day.

Stickers!

New shoes! Hello All Birds.

The plant in the window is flowering. I didn’t expect that.

Choosing a path through the park on the way home. At 4pm.

My first mulled wine of the season. In a tipi, on a roof.

Jonathan coming in, immediately pleased that we might be rid of Claudia in a month.

David Attenborough. Seven Worlds One Planet. Plus mine and Jonny’s voice over. I loved the penguins running over the sea lions.

I think we’ll be shot of Claudia after the election. Thank fuck.

Actually waiting for my squash to roast before eating it.

Such a productive day! Stickers, thank you notes, cleaning, yoga, sorting.

I mounted this little plant embroidery that I did a while ago.

Running for a few minutes, on the way to pick up the heater.

Coming home to London at the golden hour.

Seeing all our loo rolls, stacked around the house.

Having a shower in mum and dad’s lovely shower.

More autumn leaves on the Gruffalo trail.

Pulling faces with Fred in selfie mode.

Our huge pile of toilet roll.

The beautiful autumn leaves and low sun.

Fred. When he smiled and laughed with me.

And when he walked into the glass door.

Looking at my nine growing tomatoes. And telling the Remainers about them.My big pile of sewn vulvas. I’m getting there.Mum sending me a photo of vegan coffee cakes. I feel a bit bad about not wanting to go this weekend after that. She loves seeing us and she loves feeding her family.

Bright yellow leaves, walking in the cold but sunny autumn weather all morning doing NOx tubes.

Yoga with Adriene, making me remember myself and my worth, before asking a question a needed to ask.

Buying a LOT of toilet roll. Thanks Who Gives A Crap. So happy Jonny was into it.

Dinner at Jen’s. Including a squash that tasted like honey.

Playing Geist Blitz

Watching the video of me at last night’s Period Party from City News.

My cousin came to the Period Party. I’d totally forgotten she was coming.

Sarah’s talking vulva.

People leaving, saying such lovely things about learning new information and how much they enjoyed it.

A long walk in the woods with Jim. Yellow leaves, grey sheep and green fields.

A home cooked Sunday lunch with loads of gravy.

No headphones, no traffic. Just quiet.

Bright yellow leaves. With little dogs sniffing around in them.

Yellow pillowcases, being dyed in my sink.

Pillows of cut offs and bits of felt from the vulvas. A mini (slow) production line.

Ally Pally fireworks. Genuinely really good.

Followed by the random but brilliant mariachi band in the tent. Feeling like I was in a festival, but in London.

Watching the huge bonfire. There’s something so calming about watching a fire.

Cute dog photos.
Floating in a salty pod, in the dark for an hour.
Hungarian Granny’s Favourite tea afterwards.

Throwing orange at Jonathan for him to catch, spectacularly, in his mouth.

Waking up to discover I’ve sold out of all the vulvas.

Bloody Shame. The drink, not the period blood Liv had left there the week previously.

Setting up an Etsy shop and selling 6 out of 9 items within the first hour.

Face timing Jen.

Walking through London, crossing the river, bossing the meeting and talking about pink hippo milk.

The sweet view from the Camden office. For a meeting where I felt pretty knowledgeable.

Adam taking a selfie with my vulva decorations.

A good boss. Letting me take off loads of time for therapy. Talking to me about the Vagina Museum. Helping me with other random things.

Two hours walking round Hampstead Heath in the sun, taking photos of the beautiful autumn leaves.

Baked apples, from Jonny.

Jen cheering me up with emails to a straight woman.

This amazingly coloured tree.

Sewing vulvas and listening to podcasts.

Focusing on her nails on my scalp during my haircut.

Saw some big leaves.

I don’t have to wait for ages for counseling.

He offered to come with me.

The squirrel hugging the flower

The view from the 27th floor

The birds singing during meditation again

Jen. Lovely Jen. And her genital warts.

Reading in the pub before she arrived, with a wanky kombucha and barely anyone else around.

“Hole stapler”

Birds singing during my morning meditation.

Walking through the park in the sun, my feet bouncing on the compacted mud, looking at the autumn leaves.

A hot chocolate with Adam. Which accidentally made me too chatty.

Sending snorting pig videos to James.

I connected up BGP with Zoltan, meaning pads are getting to those that need them in a lovely eco way.

Tickle – The Musical! I’m desperately trying to find someone to come with me.

Photos of my cousin posing in a weird spooky pub.

Sunday morning sexting.

Trying on my silver skirt again that I bought from the charity shop yesterday. I love it! I feel so swishy and lovely in it.

Lunch with Rosie and Jana. All vegan. All delicious. Even if the menu did have some wanky sounding stuff.

The drummers on the Brexit march.

Being there when the vote came in.

Dinner at ours with Jo. Poo chat at the table. Just the way I like it.

Photos of Han’s Nana from the list. An awesome sheet of loads of poses.

Chatting to Liv. She’s going to help me with vulva stuff.

Letting myself just go home and sleep and not feeling bad about not doing anything.