Free chai and chaat at the event today.
A big fart.
Elliott remembering me at the salon.
Free chai and chaat at the event today.
A big fart.
Elliott remembering me at the salon.
Brunch with Rosie and Ming.
Tash farting on my hand whilst saying I’M GOING TO FART ON YOUR HAND.
‘I want to be in America!’ songs that reminded me of mum and nan when I was little from West Side Story.
Taking the day to rest, sleep and get better.
Lying naked in the sun on my bed.
Han sneezing and farting.
Tash farting after cauliflower.
Ice cream that tasted like clotted cream.
Letting Elliott off the lead at Ally Pally and seeing her run around and fall over herself with excitement.
Going to visit Fiona at Camley Street – it’s such a beautiful site!
Hot water bottle, blanket, Attenborough and an almost snooze on the sofa.
Fart graffiti.
A loud fart.
Revisiting the vulva exhibition and listening to the stories. Some really made me smile. Especially the plastic surgeon who told one woman her vulva was normal and to go home and look up photos so she could see for herself.
A crumble street food stall. GENIUS.
My nephew’s bed head. And trying to say the word vulva. But looking generally unimpressed.
Doing a double fart whilst running and laughing out loud.
Being silly with Jonny. We were both in good moods and his beer arrived and we didn’t want to work. It was nice.
Grassy shadows.
Accidentally did a super loud fart. Luckily Jonny had just gone out.
Sewing. Making little bibs for Fred and Martha. And picking up some scrubs to sew tomorrow for the NHS.
The misty morning. It wasn’t even cold. Just beautiful.
The quiet walk around the lake. With mossy photo shoots.
Han farting.
ASMR on Spotify all day long
A night, and the house, to myself
Office Sarah and her small fart story
Chatting to an old friend from home about happiness.
Sleeping in till 9.
Fart noises.
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The Red Delicious apple I ate in the afternoon. It was red and it was delicious.
A funny sounding fart
This song on BBC6 music this morning