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Got some stationary sorted today. By which I mean I nicked a few things from the stationery cupboard. I love a sharp pencil.

Lots of moving around today. I felt like I walked up and down the stairs a lot.

Cosy chats with tea and chocolate and Jo after work.


Haircut. Short and sharp again. Plus it smells amazing.

I spent almost an hour in the gym. And it totally didn’t even feel like it. A good start to the morning.

I felt like I achieved quite a lot today. Which is a nice feeling. And one I haven’t felt in a while.

Going to the gym and walking home in the sunny winter day.

Talking to Stuart. He’s very sweet. And he sent me a brilliant feminist poem about vaginas. Which reminded me of one of my favourite quotes – Our foremothers were farmers, warriors, builders and weavers. They had wrinkles and pubic hair and opinions.

Japanese dinner with Will. A really lovely evening. He’s still very much got a place in my heart.

Made it to the gym! 

The softest jumper ever. EVER.

Gutentag Berlin! And gutentag cool hotel with a DJ and vagina carpet! Drinking beer on the street and eating chips is also much appreciated.

Went to the gym and did more than I’ve been doing. Followed by the sauna. Felt pretty smug about that.

Finally finished my application and then managed to smash out another one. Very smug about that.

A bit of crafting in the evening. Vagina Christmas cards and homemade envelopes.

A card from my parents. The artwork is so similar to mine from uni.

My lovely doctor. I really liked him.

I went to the gym. Operation positive is on.

My sunflower has finally flowered. And my housemate sent a photo of it congratulating me, which cheered me up after I felt annoyed at him for being messy this morning.

Gym. Rowing. Cycling. Just doing it.

Bake Off on the big TV, not my iPad. Followed by a chat with Lauren. I forget how much 10 minutes of socialising can make you feel.

Doing weights at the gym. Turns out all the intimidating men don’t go to the gym on a Saturday lunchtime. Also sweated out all the beer from last night.

Enjoying the sun. In the garden. In the park. In the sky.

This cool face on the toilet door.

Shared Indian lunch, courtesy of Sabina. So yummy. 

A super intense yoga class. I like doing the crab.

Sitting in the garden at night, smelling the watered flowers and the evening air. It smelt beautiful. I wish I could have breathed more of it in.

Watching the green and yellow fields whizz by on the train back to London.

Finally went into the gym. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Probably because Friday night is not when the biggest gym kids go there…

Taking time afterwards to just sit in the changing room, cooling down and answering messages slowly. No rushing for me today.


Hanging out with Jen. I have some good colleagues. 

Boxfit. Punched the fuck out of shit.

A valentine’s card from my favourite person.

Having someone to text. All evening.

Boxercise. Smashed it.

(Also, Leightor and his travel bracelet)

Getting a ridiculously large number of people liking my Instagram post. I’m not sure how it happened but it was nice! (Even though this goes against all my hatred of social media and the Quest for Likes)

Going for a run around the park as the sun was setting. Beautiful sky and a good way to shake off being sat in a training room for two days. Also I did so much better than my last run. Muttering ‘You got this’ clearly helps.

Creative writing in the evening. For work and for a personal project. It felt good to use those skills again.

Playing ALMA – Dye My Hair on repeat.

Boxercise with Becky. It’s more fun when you have someone to giggle with.

A chat with Matt about books and podcasts.

ADDITION: a sleepover with Hannah, talking into the night like 10 year olds.

Another perfect avocado for breakfast. Lidl have totally nailed it this week.

I went for a run! And then did some weights and some yoga and I feel so damn good about it all!

Left work early to go visit a beautiful ecological centre by my house. 

The smell of wood smoke.

The ridiculously incredible paneer thali.

Doing some yoga when I got home.

Good Eggs chat. Jo as Jonny. Jonny as Jo. 

Boxercise. I’m so glad I went. 

Confident walking. To Belgian music.

Embroidery with Sarah. Did a vagina. Obvs.

Baked biscuits (rock cakes) and jam tarts.

Did some morning yoga

Pretty Dorking and autumn trees.

Selasi’s ‘since the end of Bake Off’ story. He’s feeling pretty relaxed about it.

Some home yoga after work to relax. 

Fuck off Wheetabix. Today is a crumpets kinda morning. 

The Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards.

Boxercise. And making exercise friends. 

A relaxing, if slightly weird, yoga class. It’s fun to do shoulder stands and back bends.

A bath. With pink salts and flowers in. Because why not.

Ringing to cancel boxercise and discovering it was cancelled anyway. Yay! 

Conkers, drying in the sun.

Morning sun in the park.

Morning yoga.

Boxercise. A genuine smile.

Sitting at my new desk. Writing a pretty good job application.

Lentils. Naan. Hearty. Delicious.

Boxercise. So good! Even the fucking hard bits.

Drinks with Corinne afterwards. Sad but nice. 

Coming home (drunk) to the perfectly cooked jacket potato thanks to Matt.


A morning swim. Really thought I wouldn’t do it but I did.
Cracking on and starting the job application. Pretty productive for a Friday afternoon.
A Bumble message.


A Muji trip for all the frosted plastic essentials.
Watching the VoiceLab choir perform with the refugee choir and Guy Garvey for the end of Meltdown Festival. So moving and so fantastic.
I went for a bloody run! Well, more of a jog. And it wasn’t that difficult. So proud of myself.


Swimming through the sunlight.
A quiet morning to myself. Breakfast in the garden, a little nap and an orgasm by a sunny window.
The carpet warming party.


I finally managed a relatively carb free day
Getting off the tube one stop early and walking home.
I also finally looked up flights to Portugal. Weeeee! Holiday!


The squirrel with the great big mouthful of leaves.
Evening exercises to Beyoncé and M.I.A.
Work laughs. With the builders. With Rochelle. With Janet and Lloyd.


A morning swim. I like the getting ready for work in the changing rooms too.
My colourful breakfast of organic porridge and loads of fruit (that’s not actually my porridge because 1) I was too hungry to even think about pausing to take a photo and 2) I did not make mine look nice at all. I just wanted to eat the thing)
The orange light on the landing.