Anti-baby shower chats with Victoria, general pointless chats with Adam.
Going up on the roof on a sunny day to get the monitor down.
Telling the Good Eggs about my penis snake, strangling dream.
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Remembering my dream last night, a completely random story that involved a HUGE spurt of sperm onto the ceiling. And was in no way sexy.
Starting off the day with some Beyoncé. Empowered, angry and independent.
The group of joyful, laughing, vibrant women who sat and chatted for ages. One reminded me of my favourite cousin.
Three little things 