Going for lunch on my own at Romeo’s. Reading in the dark corner.
GIS-ing like a pro.
A night on the sofa, in my comfies, all the candles lit, Christmas lights on, hot water bottle and The Santa Clause. Exactly what I wanted.
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Going home after lunch. Telling, not asking.
An afternoon nap and orgasm. Exactly what I needed.
Games night at Sarah’s. It was nice to meet Brett and, as mean as it sounds, seeing married couples be snappy with each other made me happy to be single.
Chairing the team meeting.
Thinking I can maybe move BOW on to the thing I wanted it to be.
Realising I’d already washed my face and didn’t need to do it just before bed. I hate washing my face when I’m tired.
This tweet.
Holding a meeting at work about ideas and feeling in charge and creative. And learning about the ULEZ stuff and just feeling like my boss really likes me and is happy I’m there.
Dinner party with Alec and Jo. Especially chat about Jo’s big feet.
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