Waking up to a dream orgasm. That was also a real orgasm.
Prof Alan Boobis.
The squirrel eating a croissant on my way to work.
Cirque du Soleil. That bendy man.
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Sewing a skirt
Watching No Show
Going to a member only bar in Soho that wasn’t in the least bit wanky
Weird, bizarre but strangely entertaining acrobatic theatre. With a penguin mask.
Funny lunchtime. We haven’t all sat together in ages so it was nice. And the crossword wasn’t too bad for a change. Plus we all bullied each other which was fun.
Being back in the office, catching up with people, talking about Anna with Gust.
Three little things 