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Sewing a vulva

Watching Dawson’s Creek

Having a couple of coffees with Corinne

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A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.

An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness. 

An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.


Coffee with Jen. She was nice to me and didn’t tell me off.

Going to the WOW campaign workshop. So lovely to meet more fabulous women. And be asked for help on a project by someone who was facilitating it! Such a buzz. 

Lottie’s party. Alec’s stories, seeing Ciaran, drunk Jonny, inflexible Doug and hanging out with Will. It was a really fun night!


Cutting the grass.

Decaf iced coffee in the sun at Blighty, reading my book.

Beautiful clouds.


Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.

Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.

Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.


Even more sunflowers poppingโ€‹ up.

Coffee in the sun with Jo. I needed hugs and sympathy after last night.

Walking around Gillespie Park. The bit I haven’t been to before. Flowers and bees and beautiful things. ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒป

All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.

An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike. 


Starting off the day with a Queen Bee coffee.

Running around the forest with the kids, climbing on everything and being in the trees.

Going on the mini train.

A bloody brilliant dog photo.

This hilarious article about asking the irish parliament their views on Beyonce.

Being outside in the sunshine and blue skies, delicious coffees and kiwi cafes. What a perfect day.

P.s. and an unexpected but fun WhatsApp phone call about British reservedness


Sunny garden coffee mid pack with Bivan. 

Beyonce came on the radio as I was driving the van in the sun. The perfect moment.

Walking home with that lovely spring smelling air, the light fading. The light has just been everything today.