Ultra bubble machine.
Ben farting.
Dad and Fred having cuddles by the fire.
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The last two goals at the ice hockey match.
Talking about farting and pooing with Hannah on the date.
A nap in the day.
I tried Jo’s breast milk.
Made a bra.
Noah’s little farts.
Someone added some more tampons to the box in the toilets. I’m so pleased that other people are on board with it!
Lounging on the sofa with Jen, talking about farting and sex and pubic hair.
A box of free sex toys!
Froggy farts
Salad for dinner with all my favourite things – broccoli, beetroot, pine nuts, pomegranate, spinach and feta. Thanks Oslo.
Singing with Bradnam.
Three little things 