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A day of cooking all together. I made vulva mince pies. Obvs.

Pizza oven pizzas for Christmas Eve dinner. Sitting out by the fire with dad and Ben was lovely.

Reminiscing about nan at dinner. Her terrible driving, her sneaky cigarettes and her penis chats. And watching Ben laugh so hard about wing mirrors. 

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The sound of birds outside my window in the morning. It used to drive me crazy when I lived at home but now I love it.

Mum’s homemade sausage rolls. There goes the vegetarianism for a day or two.

The pub on Christmas Eve.

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