Sewing a skirt
Watching No Show
Going to a member only bar in Soho that wasn’t in the least bit wanky
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Another Roger salad for breakfast
He text me first!
Learning how to weave. I absolutely loved it
The bird that has started singing when I meditate in the morning.
Giggley day at work. Andrew sneaking up on me, Adam’s coffee achievement chat.
Third date with Diarmuid. Listening to old French songs at the beautiful Wilton’s Music Hall. Followed by cuddles.
The morning smoothie from Roger.
Saying nice things to my friends.
Texts. Finally. I know I shouldn’t be so dependant on it but that feels like a legit excuse and it feels like the date actually will happen tomorrow.
Freddie is playing with the blocks I made him.
The Period Party! Lots of money, lots of fun, lots of pads, lots of glitter. Another super successful event!
He wants to see me again. He’s confusing the hell out of me but I guess it’s fair enough.
Waking up to cuddles
Some sneaky Subway hash browns
New colourful plants to put in the window planter
Walking from work down to Leicester Square, listening to happy music and feeling really happy about everything.
The play with Diarmuid. It was surprisingly good!
Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
A cool little animation about masturbation.
Having the afternoon off to do final Period Party planning. I feel so much calmer having done it all. And my to do list is so much smaller.
Some flirty texting with Diarmuid.
Discovering peanut butter in porridge. (Not a photo of my actual breakfast but it looks good)
Meeting Diarmuid for a long and very chatty first date. He’s nice.
Wandering aimlessly around Hampstead Heath.
Three little things 