Adam getting a Drive Now car and driving me home because it was raining too damn hard.
I’m going on holiday in a few days time! Goodbye shitty rainy June weather!
Yoga in the living room. Green tea. Dark chocolate. And a whole evening of reading my book.
I don’t have cancer! And I do have a photo of my cervix!
Possesing the Secret of Joy by Alice Walker. A great ending. A brilliant book. It made me squirm and cry and feel heartbreak for women around the world. But god it was good.
The two kids who thought that working at the council was cool. Especially having a chair with wheels that spins round. Which is pretty cool to be fair.
Yoga in dungarees.
Reading in dungarees.
Having someone to do the little texts with again.
Green smoothie and berries for breakfast with tea and some Murakami.
Walking walking walking and meeting Jonny at the White Cube
Watching a bit of the marathon. It’s surprisingly emotional.
Watching my teabag seep into the hot water
Almost napping on the sofa
Finishing Killing Commendatore. Hours of reading on the sofa
The street lights turning on just as I walked under them. Twice.
This is going to hurt. By Adam Kay. I read it in 24hours.
Making a very green soup
The Female Persuasion. I read over half the book today and finished it. So good.
Cross legged Freddie in the bath.
An almost sunny day when it was supposed to rain a lot. I got to be outside, listening to new music. And discovering an song that I really needed: My Name Isn’t
Speaking to someone who also likes my book idea and wants to chat to some publishers for me.
Having a long chat with the gynaecologist. It felt great to be given that much time to talk and to understand.
Feeling a bit excited about the possibility that this new thing might be the answer.
Vietnamese with my cousin.
I’m really enjoying reading my book at the moment.
The photo of me aged 13 that mum sent today. So funny. Great bandana and purple knitted shoulder bag combo.
Getting a gold star for data protection.
A lovely email from another woman who has felt so self-conscious about her labia but now feels a bit better thanks to my site and Insta.
A person in my book with a spy name of FANY. It just made me laugh.
Bill Bryson, Notes From A Small Island. He’s funny.
A bit of walking in the brief sun, whilst changing NOx tubes.
Lube whilst masterbating. What a luxury.
The face licking battle on the sofa.
He bought me Mary Beard’s Women and Power book.
Having almost 2,500 likes on my latest Instagram post. That’s so many more than I’ve ever had!
A big squirrel hoping about our garden like it’s an assault course.
Lovey helpful Trish at the workshop today. She was so great and hands on!
Reading, again.
Lying in the sun with my boobs out.
Not getting burnt.
Getting completely lost in my book.
Silly book title lols.
Smelling my clean scarf. I heart clean clothes smell.
Got my glasses. Love my glasses.
Sharpened a pencil for the first time in ages. So satisfying.
Leaving work early and walking across the bridge in the sun, smirking at graffiti.
The woman next to me on the train gave me her spare Orangina. I gave her the book I finished. #trainfriends
Loud singing, home alone.
Reading in the sun
Jonny freaking out about boarding passes. But pretending to be cool. But seriously. Do it now.
Putting up a few new bits of decoration. Bit of a wood, wicker and trees situation going on.
Colour.
Ove.
Him.
A hot chocolate, a book and some quiet at the Happy Cafe.
My hairdresser styled my hair completely differently. It looked hilariously 80’s during and then actually really cool at the end. I spent the rest of the day looking in the mirror.
Watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed.
Poo stories. My friend sharted and then I farted loudly in yoga. Too many laughs.
A coffee and a book. By myself, for myself.
I touched a genuine bar of gold.
I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.
Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay.
Getting to the till and discovering I’m paying way less than I thought.
The guy who might move into our room when we leave sent to the same college on the other side of the world to me. And after snooping through his Facebook friends I find out we know a few of the same people too! Such a small world.
Taking about science at work. Soap, stars and space.
Not That Kind Of Girl. Again. Good book.
A photo of my mum’s feet in her fluorescent NZ socks.
Writing an email to Jonny.
Scribbling things off my to do list.
Not That Kind Of Girl.
Reading How To Build A Girl and laughing so much I could hardly explain to my boyfriend why I was laughing.
My flatmate telling a story completely wrong. Which made me laugh so hard I almost spit tea everywhere.
Making something new for dinner. New AND delicious. And it has two types of cheese in and my boyfriend normally hates cheese. Hello Spinach and Ricotta balls, you can come for dinner again.
The photo isn’t my food exactly, it’s a photo of the photo in the cook book. My attempt was only a teeny bit different though of course…
Getting the new Caitlin Moran book. And for free.
The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Putting on fresh, clean socks after a long day of work with sweaty feet. And after a shower.
Watching the stream rise from my cup of tea.
Getting a gift from my housemate. A copy of Alexa Chung’s book that I keep reading bits of whenever I linger in a bookshop.
Finding out my clever boss split my holiday pay over two weeks so I WILL get some money tomorrow. Hurrah!
My ham and egg pie sign at work. It went down almost as well as the pie. My friend’s book is finally published!
Making my colleagues laugh.
This sandwich book
Last day of actual working. Hurrah!
A lovely goodbye from a young girl that walks past the shop everyday on her way to school.
A bit in the book I’m reading made me smile (I want to say ‘out loud’ for some reason) on the tube
Discovering the brilliantly funny Hadley Freeman and Sara Pascoe at the Book Slam in Clapham
I realised that my journey home and my boyfriends journey home would mean our arrivals into the tube station would be pretty close. As I got off one tube I craned my neck searching for him, gathering some odd looks. He wasn’t there. As I got on the next, a second tube load of people arrived and rushed across the platform. Again I craned my head, searching. Again, looking a bit weird. Again, I couldn’t see him. As we pulled away I realised that there he was, less than a meter in front of me, with a large man inbetween us. I tried to catch his eye by smiling madly and waggling my head (yes, still getting strange looks) but it wasn’t until we got off that I managed to get to him. A lovely walk home together followed. With no funny looks.
