A lovely sunny health and nature walk looking for mushrooms.
Singing and dancing as I cooked.
I made a whole moussaka! I’m not even sure I’ve eaten moussaka before.
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The big sale hit my bank account. Goodbye credit card debt!
Speaking to Jo and laughing about labels.
Cooking aubergine. I haven’t had it for ages and I’m happy to have cooked something different.
Making a delicious dinner that was a bit different and healthy.
Picking the dried Honesty. It’s so pretty. And it’s nice to walk the streets with a big bunch of flowers.
The smell of the earth after it rained.
Friday croissant because I’m off work.
Reading in my sunny bedroom and feeling sleepy.
Made a new dinner and it was delicious. Thanks Meera.
The beautiful colours of autumn in Highgate woods.
Spotting Liam Gallagher in the woods. Twice.
Making a big veggie lasagne.
Got to see my coil in my uterus.
Getting to walk around the park twice for work. And it was so sunny!
The stupid toilet seat at the hairdresser’s
An evening alone in the flat, singing and dancing whilst making dinner and not wearing underwear.
The light and shadows through the flowers on my desk.
Cooking daal. I don’t feel like I’ve actually cooked anything for ages.
Sending the same bug emoji to Tash at the same time.
A GP at the Labia Lessons told me she’d recommended looking at my Instagram to get patients. I’m kind of speechless.
I made a Cornish pasty for dinner.
Pink blossom.
Deliveries – boxes and an A1 mat for cutting the felt. All the things are starting to appear. And the second draft of the booklet – it feels so much stronger.
Chatting to Liv on the phone for an hour.
Cooked a proper, normal meal for once! Vegan shepherds pie. With cauliflower in the mash. SNEAKY VEG.
Also took a photo of me on the floor holding a vibrator in response to friends sending photos of their kids on the floor, holding toys.
Learning how to make big Japanese pancakes with the Eggs.
Jen coming to meet me on the way home for a 10 minute chat. That was nice of her.
Looking good in my new jumper.
My toes being tickling by my plant during yoga.
Cooking shakshuka for Jonny (looks a bit like vomit in that photo but it was delicious).
Booking in a private event, maybe selling lots of decorations and having a few more Etsy orders. It feels like it might be going somewhere.
Being recognised at the fabric shop.
The free sunflower from a lovely neighbour.
I made chive pancakes. Well, my version of.
P.s. and smiling at the guy who plays the instrument under the bridge. And he grinned back.
I made gyoza.
I did some sewing, quietly.
Egg fried rice.
Picking our favourite dogs in the park.
Cooking dinner together.
Booking a weekend away in Brighton in a beautiful looking flat.
Lovely messages from people who can see through her bullshit and think I’m doing a good thing.
Getting home early and being able to do those things I haven’t had time to do.
A night to myself. Home cooked food. Reading. Early night.
I made a boob pot. And I added my freckles and moles.
Walking past the beautiful homes in Hornsey, as the sun shone.
Baking and cooking. A nut loaf and some biscuits. It’s nice to have a Sunday afternoon alone in the flat and to finally feel like I’m cooking someone good again.
The chihuahua with the tiny head and big lab body. And friends that send silly photos to cheer me up.
Having lunch on my own. Eating my bento lunchbox, wearing my silver top and reading.
Cooking and baking. Banana pancakes, oaty banana biscuits and broccoli cakes.
Climbing with Jonny. Hot men everywhere. Also I just got on with it and did some of the ones that scared me.
Making dinner, two lunches and a breakfast. When I almost bought a pizza.
Touching two fluffy dogs at the anti idling event. One was called Bear. Very appropriate.
Cooking and baking. I made vegan pâté.
Made a big fabric box for my winter stuff. Quick sewing.
Dinner with Jonny. Plus cakes and Bake Off The Professionals. I gasped too much.
Reading in bed, by the window with the newly leafy tree outside.
Cooking cooking cooking all day. I made so many new things and today!
Looking up stuff to do in Georgia. Including a stay in a fancy spa with its our aquarium?
The softness of my shirt as I put it on in the morningSmiling at the pretty man on the way to work, wearing a similar blue waterproof coat to meTwo new recipes for dinner. Vegan macaroni cheese with no fake cheese. And chocolate and peanut butter chia pudding with oat cream and raspberries.
A day by myself. Reading loads of my big heavy book on the sofa.
Finishing my silver top for the wedding.
Cooking three new recipes.
Yoga. Plant pruning. Sunny walk.
Cosy, blanket-y meditation yoga with Adriane
Dusk, with its pinky clouds and lovely light and birds singing
A recipe dinner. Broccoli cakes. I forget how good recipes are.
The street lights turning on just as I walked under them. Twice.
This is going to hurt. By Adam Kay. I read it in 24hours.
Making a very green soup
A day with Jonny – Assassin’s Creed, organic shopping and sewing
New table
Cooking new things
A night in cooking with real ingredients and recipes.
Doing yoga at home.
I just feel so much more bouncy and energised. I don’t know if it’s period, Stuart or this new diet. But it feels good.
My first food processor. What an adult and lovely thing to buy. And hello first soup I made with it!
My period started. Two weeks late and totally out of the blue.
Honestly. Thinking about Stuart. I don’t know what to do but I enjoyed the daydreams today.
Lying in the park at lunch time.
Cooking lots of veg and making meals. I feel very organised.
Painting the yellow bits on the chairs.
Having Stuart round, planning our cottage getaway.
I made a ridiculously delicious dinner. I’m so proud of it. Squash, leek and spinach gratin.
Finally getting round to writing the rules for BOW. Felt good to get something achieved.
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.
Three little things 