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The dreamy light on my pillows.

Cream. Real actual cream. In my not-quite-an Eton mess. And maybe on a chocolate mousse. That was also not vegan. But was reduced. And I do love chocolate mousse.

A shared dinner with Jonny. With sparkling water and orange slices.

My huge Turkish breakfast. So delicious.

Napping on the sofa.

Gu chocolate mousse.

Friendly shop assistants in the new fabric shop in FP. Lots of smiles.

Lots of neat boxes with vulva making materials in. I love neat boxes.

Dinner back at the French restaurant we went to on our first date. Delicious and drunken. That chocolate mousse though.


Perfect trees.

The most perfect chocolate mousse.

Remembering to slow walk. And look up at the beautiful houses. And the penis graffiti.


Being in beautiful Toulouse, all on my own.

The gorgeous AirBnB I’m staying in.

Buying my French favorites – grape juice, apple puree and an incredible chocolate mousse.

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Lying in the park in the sun. Maybe summer isn’t completely over.
The chocolate mousse at lunch time. Best mousse I’ve ever eaten.
Being carried down the stairs upside down and back to front.