Archives for posts with tag: corinne

Speaking to Simone on the phone this morning. It cheered me up, even when I thought it wouldn’t.

Achieving things and doing practical things like buying more mouse traps and re-editing the book pitch. Especially as I thought I would do nothing today.

Watching Grayson Perry’s Art Club. What a lovely calming programme. I love his laugh so much. And I love how he and Philippa are together.

Also a really lovely, long WhatsApp conversation with Corinne about things from the last few days.

Corinne bought me the book I’ve been wanting to read.

A successful Labia Lessons with Daye. Lots of lovely comments.

Lols with Jonny and Corinne about my grammatical errors.

Listening to the Mama Mia soundtrack whilst doing the tubes in the sun and sort of snow.

Flowers from Corinne.

Jonny’s book. With his name on the cover!

Water droplets on plants.

Momo’s for lunch.

Silly texts with Corinne that made me laugh. She dream fucked ciaran.

Watermelon. Lots of watermelon.

Lying in the park, feeling the heat of the sun.

Chatting to Corinne over text. Giving her my reviews on English towns.

Seeing Jo in the park and talking about everything. I feel better now.

Going for a walk with Jonny at lunchtime. It was so sweet that he asked me to go with him.

Flowers from Corinne.

‘You’re the discharge friend!’

Walking through the ecology park in the morning, when everything was wet and shiny and bright and green.

Corinne’s peeling feet.

Dotori dinner.

Having some parents say thank you to us for being there outside their school.

More free sex toys. And it started off a fun conversation with Sean.

Laughing with Jo, Jonny and Corinne in the pub with the candles and takeaway pizza.

Scrotum car.

He said he really likes me. And he wants to see me.

The video for Corinne.

My brilliant friend, reporting on important and heartbreaking things in big newspapers. Very proud.

Wearing my dungarees again.

Vegan dinner. Rice rice rice.

Wearing my dungarees

Free Kindle Fire

Voice messages with Corinne


Sewing a vulva

Watching Dawson’s Creek

Having a couple of coffees with Corinne

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Mum and dad.
The Alexander Calder exhibition at the Tate. So so amazing. I could have looked at those sculptures all day.
A night in with Corinne, Vietnamese food, beer and comfy clothes.

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Jonny. Just Jonny. But also this bitmoji. I love him. I miss him.
Silent night. The goat version.
Corinne. Even when she can’t move because her neck is buggered, she still cheers me up.