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.
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Decorating my flat for the first time. Christmas music, candles and fairy lights. Plus dancing around the flat on my own.
Mint matchsticks 🤤
TikTok. Farts.
My bra adventures in M&S. Accidentally giving one nipple a paper cut, squeezing a spot on the other, sitting with my boobs hanging out and then trying to give my unwanted bras to a male customer, NOT an employee.
The man who farted at me as he looked over his shoulder.
Going back to Tina’s yoga class. So happy she’s changed it up a bit.
Froggy farts
Salad for dinner with all my favourite things – broccoli, beetroot, pine nuts, pomegranate, spinach and feta. Thanks Oslo.
Singing with Bradnam.
Poo stories. My friend sharted and then I farted loudly in yoga. Too many laughs.
A coffee and a book. By myself, for myself.
I touched a genuine bar of gold.
Three little things 