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A really bloody good breakfast. Vegan banana pancakes with chia seeds and peanut butter and fruit and flaxseed. And a Georgian cup of tea.

Another dungaree dress in the bag.

A long, very James, voice message from James about his dream.

P.s. leaving the party and coming home to dance around my living room by myself.

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Waking up next to him and the stupid morning conversations that you have.

Chicken and bacon.

An afternoon/evening with Jo and Jonny in various combinations and with various drinks. The walk with Jonny, the sexual awakening talk with Jo. The pub with the two of them. The generosity of my friends. Today has been a really lovely day.


Walking around Soho with Jonny, planning what we’ll do and where we’ll live when we’re rich.

Wearing my new charity shop shirt.

Jonny saying he would move in with me. Yay, he’s not planning on leaving!

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Remembering my dream as I walked to the tube and smiling at the ridiculousness of it. (If you’re wondering, it was about a group of pigeons flying close together to carry another pigeon on its back. They should do this, it looks cool.)

A wine and cheese party. With WAY too much cheese. And an amazing lime and mint cheesecake.

Walking along the docks and riverfront to get to my friends flat. Quiet and calming.

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