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A date where I didn’t get drunk. And still had a nice time.

A great big folded over cheesy pizza.

A big feminist chat with Naomi. Sharing things I’ve not talked about before and finding someone that feels the same. 

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Meeting Cordelia and hearing all about how the workshops work. And the period burlesque.

Second date. He’s funny.

Kissing. Lots of kissing.


New toaster. She’s a beauty.

Making envelopes. It’s nice to be crafty.

A fun first date. 


Seeing the early morning sky, with the sun peaking up, orangey-yellow, through the clouds.

Getting asked on a date.

Standing by the tube intersection door and getting the breeze all up in my hair. I love that feeling.

(I don’t have any photos that fit this. But I was sad that I didn’t use this fish photo the other day. So I’m putting it in. It’s my blog anyway and I can do what I want)


Going lambing! I was so excited. And by far the oldest child with their parents on the farm.

The smell of my haircut. 

Wine, wine, olives, wine, kissing.

Going to see The Iris by myself.

Continuing the solo date with a walk up the hill in Greenwich park and then a wine in the pub.

Followed by a real date at Street Feast with heaps of delicious food and the pottery show.

Singing and driving the van. By myself.

The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.

Kissing. 


Getting most of the things I need from a small radius around my house. 

The most amazing Boomerang with Bivan.

Live music and fun company. And head touching. That was really nice.


A fun date. Really fun.

Seeing my tattoo without the cling film. I keep touching it.

Looking at art. Seeing celebrities. Just not sure which ones.


Got myself a date.

Walking back from the pub with all the housemates after a pub quiz with a truly terrible quiz master. 

Although she did say Melanie Trump and Skitting Bull. Which was pretty funny.