Archives for posts with tag: chats

Playing the animal noises game with Libby after Andrew left.

A night with Jo. Petek and chats. Lots of good chats. About sex and babies and the future and housemates. It was exactly what I needed.

Having a shower before bed. Washing off all the suntan lotion and sweat and having clean feet and soft skin in bed, with nothing else on.

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Cake and custard from Roger.

The ridiculous taglines in the 4imprint magazine.

Chatting to Matt again for the first time in ages. Blow job news, STI swapping and similar dumping situations. It’s been too long.


Ate lots of vegetables.

Had nice conversations with mum, Jen and Jo. Which pulled me out of my slump.

Having wonderful Naomi to explain my feelings to, and having her be so immediately understanding. 

A day by the pool. This beautiful pool.

Jumping in photos.

Beers, cards, feminist chats.


Run run run run

Sitting in the sun at the little Surrey train station, waiting for my train.

Dinner and sofa chats with Jo.