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It’s my 30th birthday!

A cake with me and mum in vulva tshirts on, a commissioned vulva painting, a silver ring making kit, a machine embroidery workshop, the flask from Waitrose, a donkey sanctuary, creepy caves, a cream tea, Alec coming down, kareoke, games, big sparklers, a midnight walk to the drawbridge, two generous donations to Bloody Good Period in honour of me,w a drunken chat with Stuart and just all the fun birthday love and joy that I wanted!

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Seeing Jonny. It feels like it’s been ages. I ran up to him I was so excited. We went to our usual Turkish date night restaurant.
A nap in the afternoon. I love ‘working’ from home.
A super generous and totally unexpected donation from a colleague for my midnight Ben Nevis walk.

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Froggy. His gossip email and his ‘we miss you?’ that he accidentally sent to everyone.
Giving the pram away.
The pub quiz and lovely friends. Second place. We’re creeping up!

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A baked apple for an afternoon treat. Reminded me of making them with mum when I was little.
Giving my old laptop to the women’s refuge.
A badly timed voice crack during meditation class from the guy behind me. I had to try so hard not to laugh.

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Our housemate bought this map back from work for us. A little reminder of home. Now proudly on our wall.
Taking the huge amount of spare plastic bags from work to the soup kitchen for them to give out extra food in. The woman have me a little tour and lots of information about the kitchen. It was really cool. And it always feels good to do good.
Randomly getting a whiff of the smell of wood smoke and the workshop smell from uni as I wondered through town.

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Taking leftover food from work to the women’s refuge.
It was a slow day at work so we did some deep cleaning and I got to clean a really dirty corner that I’ve been wanting to scrub for ages. So satisfying.
The cool beans song in Hot Rod.