Archives for posts with tag: date


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.

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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. 


Lunch in the park with Claire

Love oranges. And the one that looked like a snail.

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Sunny lunch in the park.

Locking ourselves out the office. Enforced iced tea in the sun. Which we didn’t even have to pay for! #win

Got asked on a date.

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The face in the toilet
Putting ‘Jonny Ecco Uniqlo date’ in my diary.
Bez. He was really sweet to me today and made me feel better about things. Plus we made a pretty good team. Those walls are looking pretty bloody good.

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A date.
A salad. The best thing about going to Waterloo on Wednesdays.
Andrea sticking up for all of us.